Another lawyer interviewed in the piece:

It is definitely a... pretty high-level summary of what I told her, but at least she got the gist? 😆

They did not take the signs off the outside of my door which I know because every time a new person comes in they are freshly masked and gowned. The regular nurses on this end of the floor seem to have stopped, as they are aware I'm not whatever they thought I might be.

Anyway I love having zero infections and being allowed to eat solid food again. My very nice nurse just came in to see whether I am done with breakfast and I went full Smeagol over the tray. Madame, I will be eating this breakfast until someone brings me lunch. I will fight you.

(I am not special, they just weren't sure yet what kind of infection I had. Which turned out to be: None. Zero Patient Zero here.)

"She's contact precaution," and a whole bunch of people started moving at once while the lab person was like "WE WEREN'T TOLD," and then I got put in another room all by myself.

Super exciting! A very weird kind of Special to be!

I did not realize until they took me down for a procedure yesterday morning that this is because I was considered some special variety of Hazardous.

They took me downstairs and one of the lab people said, "You can put her in bay six," and the transport guy in his plastic gown said,

They brought me coffee, y'all. It is either surprisingly not bad or I just haven't had coffee in so long that the memory of good coffee is ash in my mouth. I love this coffee. I will name my next-born child Hospital Coffee. (Middle name: Grape Jelly Toast.)

The phlebotomy guy came in to abscond with another several liters of my blood and I did not stop eating my grape jelly toast at any point, just switched it to my other hand and continued to savage it like some sort of bread-predatory wolverine.