While I’m no longer running a fever, I’m still not myself, but it"s manageable. I"m not as tired, and even though the dry, unproductive cough lingers, I know I"m on the tail end of this. Thankful is the only way to describe how I feel because it’s been devastating for others.
Last night, after Eli went to his room, I grabbed his inhaler. He insisted that I keep it, but I wouldn’t feel okay doing that knowing how much he"ll need it. It still burns to breathe, but my lungs are stronger than his.
I can"t stop blaming myself, and while it"s counterproductive, this is my fault. Eli came here to escape his inconsiderate roommates. Who would have thought being here was more dangerous? If I could go back and self-isolate myself for the first two weeks of being here, I would. Then again, we never
