I remember how awesome it was isolating in my private life so I didn’t share my heightened exposure with the people I loved, while I worked to transport people dying of covid from little podunk hospitals in towns that worked hard to pretend they didn’t need to change a thing to any port in the storm.

I remember then getting broken up with, because the people I loved also wanted to pretend they didn’t need to change anything while my work was filled with death.

Yeah. I remember what life is supposed to be like.