In early March 2020, I moved to New York City. It was “perfect” timing. Within 2 weeks, I found myself at the epicenter of the COVID-19 pandemic. While this pandemic has been indescribably boring to live through, the scenes in Brooklyn still haunt me. The hospitals, overwhelmed. The giant refrigerated trucks stationed at the back of medical buildings, for the bodies. The sky was quiet because most flights were cancelled. Instead, we heard a constant, low wail of ambulance sirens, rushing all through the day and night.
My Experience Having COVID-19
My Experience Having COVID-19
My Experience Having COVID-19
In early March 2020, I moved to New York City. It was “perfect” timing. Within 2 weeks, I found myself at the epicenter of the COVID-19 pandemic. While this pandemic has been indescribably boring to live through, the scenes in Brooklyn still haunt me. The hospitals, overwhelmed. The giant refrigerated trucks stationed at the back of medical buildings, for the bodies. The sky was quiet because most flights were cancelled. Instead, we heard a constant, low wail of ambulance sirens, rushing all through the day and night.