Day 3 (Aug 17)

I shivered awake at 3am soaking wet. I’d left the ceiling fan on and had sweat through the sheets. So much for a “soft” night of sleep. I was actually glad for rough re-entry. “Last chance to harden the fuck up.”

Day 4 (Aug 18)

When I woke up two hours later, everyone was gone. Worse yet, my throat was sore, I had burn like blisters all over my tongue and mouth, and a cough producing something I’d never seen come out of my body before…