Elsewhere, while COVID-19 may have abated from peak hellish weirdness, the narratives that collapsed then have not been put back together again

Yes, I thought, and therein was the paradox: like a runner crossing the finish line only to collapse, without that duty to care for the ill pushing me forward, I became an invalid.

the feeling that your body, when it was sick, was no longer your own.

Our suffering, our diagnosis and our treatment are far from objective or apolitical. If you are a marginalised person, your experience of all three of these things is likely going to be worse.