“Just When You Think It’s Over, It Comes On Again”: My Year With Long-Haul COVID
I can see it. My husband can see it. My friend, who has been running fevers since May, can see it.
But if I were to hop on a Zoom call with you now, you probably wouldn’t notice. It’s a certain pallor washed across the face, a hollowing out that reveals itself in a delicate but deep crescent crease beneath each eye, shadows a shade of lavender that won’t show in most lighting.
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