I have some Good News for once. My corona is finally subsiding.
The disease had culminated to a sickly boil the size of a plum on my buttocks which the doctors have lanced to drain the plasma. The ship's surgeon has informed me this boil was a result of bedsores from my lethargic stage of recovering. All the white blood cells conglomerated to my fatty folds congealing in a singular pustular growth which had to be controlled by a trained expert.
I thought I would like to share with you all this lasting souvenir of my ordeal onboard this ill-fated voyage.
[Picture of back parts removed. If Jesus wanted us to see pictures of your back parts, there would be pictures of your back parts in the Bible.] -Jeb