I Believe in Vaccines

and other modern medicine!

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I’ve spent the past few days stuck in bed, just thinking. Covid got me again. And if I wasn’t already a believer in vaccines, I sure as hell am now.

Back in 2020, I tested positive a week before Christmas. And I truly thought I was going to die.

I have asthma—always have. Breathing treatments, inhalers, nasal sprays. Every fall, congestion. Every winter, a two-week sickness like clockwork. So when I got Covid that first time, I sat at my kitchen table, counting my breaths. Could I get past 10 without a coughing fit? Was I still okay to stay home, or was it time to go to the hospital? It was terrifying. I recovered—eventually—but my asthma has never been the same.

Now, years later, I’ve got Covid again. And it’s been awful, but nothing like before. Brain fog so thick I can barely think, sinus pressure so bad I’ve shut all my blackout curtains just to keep the light out. I’ve been living off soup, toast, vapor rub, and nasal spray. Trying to rest, but feeling restless.

Because I don’t know what rest is supposed to look like. The stillness? The quiet? It’s unbearable. I can’t scroll, can’t consume information the way I usually do, and yet, I’m exhausted. And all I can think about is everything I’ll need to catch up on when my brain finally starts working again.

Which it *will.* Because there’s work to do.

To my paid subscribers—thank you. My goal is to make this my full-time job, to keep telling the truth and breaking down American politics the way it needs to be done. (This is where I shamelessly ask those of you who aren’t yet if you’d be willing to become a paid subscriber)

To everyone who reads, shares, and subscribes—thank you for being part of this. I plan to be back next week.