I have it. These are my symptoms: sore throat, coughing, sneezing, a strong malaise, light headedness, widespread body aches. High anxiety.
How I got it: in my closet there is a Calvin Klein blazer that I bought in the last 21 days and was more than likely stitched together in a Liberian factory by a now dead seamstress.
I am waiting to see blood. Still waiting. Waiting.
People who should be contacted in case of my demise: Tom, wash the sheets. Erica, have your car sanitized. Harrison, did we touch? Sarah, Sally, Elliot, Louis, Melanie, Bill and Christine, Paula.
I know ebola is no laughing matter. But my anxiety about it definitely is.