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Confession time! I was sick back in January of this year, and it was serious. WHAT?! I didn't tell you?! Imagine that! I have so little time to write you all, and so many things of so much more importance, that I can't really justify talking about my paltry issues, but a friend's illness compels this revelation. You'll see why. My youngest and his paramour had both tested positive for COVID-19 (if, given the CDC's curious waffling, you can trust that diagnosis) (I don't.) a couple of weeks earlier, so I'd supposedly been exposed. Never forget that I've never denied that there's a bug out there. It's just that there are lots of bugs out there, some worse than others, but we've never reacted like this to any of them. Remember the H1N1 pandemic? Neither do I. Why? Because it was just another flu season. Maybe a bit more severe than others, but just life as usual. And life went on. I mean, even President Obama pretty much dismissed it with his advice to 'cough into your elbow'. So why should we run for cover? Ultimately, there was no reason, and we didn't. But I got that flu. And it was no fun. But it didn't kill me. It wasn't even that memorable. I've had worse. I had a flu back in 1997 that actually caused me to miss a day of work. And that NEVER happens. I still remember working from home in my robe, shivering with chills, and sweating with fever ... for all of three days. But, then, I was only 40, still pretty fit, and I survived it well. I'm sure there were those who didn't. I had something back in 1981 that nearly did kill me, though. To make matters worse, the VA doctors (I was away from base visiting my family, so the VA hospital was the only real option for me) gave me penicillin. A lot of it. I was that sick. But then it turned out that I had acquired a severe allergy to penicillin, and that nearly killed me, too. My brother had to rush me back to my base hospital, and, when he helped me through the door, I was such a frightful, night-of-the-living-dead sight, that the orderly (who was busy flirting with the desk nurse) suddenly flung his clipboard against the wall and rushed to catch me. Yeah. I've been pretty sick in my life. Many times. I was so sick in Denver once, that I had to rush myself to the emergency room. They had to come get me from my car, and park it for me. The cop was almost inclined to cite me for driving impaired (until the orderly gave him a look). And this goes all the way back to my first year, when I was so sick while my parents were visiting my mom's family in New York, that the doctor was so sure I'd be dead by morning, that he left them with a signed death-certificate. Turns out I inherited a susceptibility to strep from my mom. (Thanks, mom!) I missed classes in college at BYU because of this, failed classes, even skipped dates and other events. I know. I know. I'm otherwise the healthiest and strongest of people. It's just one of those things. I get them all. I even got the A/Victoria flu back in 1975 when I was 16 in Florida. Don't remember that one, do you? I sure do. I didn't really feel badly. I just slept a lot, missed a week of school, and had so little appetite that my mom was pushing chicken soup and jello, one of the few times in my life she actually had to encourage me to eat. So, as I said, I was sick in January, too. And all the rumors were that this was an upper respiratory infection that afflicts the elderly and the obese (me) most. So, as soon as I felt it in my lungs, I bought up all the (sugar-free) tonic water I could find, as well as vitamins C and D3, and some zinc tablets. It was the longest I'd ever been that sick. I only missed a few days of work, thanks to working from home, but I was useless for two whole weeks. I kept falling asleep at my desk. And I was nearly useless for the week before and after that low period, so most of January was a loss for me. I was sleeping 12-16 hours a day. But, and this is the important part, I never got that strep that usually sets in. And, without strep, there was no danger of bronchitis or pneumonia. I felt awful. All my joints felt like they were infected and inflamed. I hurt. I could feel the pressure in my lungs. Climbing the stairs winded me. My heart was pounding. But I never coughed any more than usual. So, why didn't I go to the doctor? Remember me telling you how sick I was at one year old? My parents were in the Air Force. Even back in those days, the military had a somewhat more aggressive vaccine schedule than the civilian world, and I had just had mine just before they left on that trip. And our doctor was sure I would die. But I didn't. And every time I've gotten bronchitis since then, which is every 3-5 years, I have to beg doctors for antibiotics. Why won't they just give them to me? Remember, I'm allergic to penicillin. And not just penicillin, but every antibiotic even remotely related to it. I know. They've tried them all on me. With the very first pill, I look like I've got measles. If I continue, my immune system starts trying to kill all my skin off. And I mean off. That's why I start looking like a zombie. So they have to use some pretty exotic and expensive antibiotics on me, the sort you normally reserve to treat things like Anthrax. Plus there's my decades of experience with the 'medical industrial complex'. My mom was a nurse most of my life. (Probably felt it was a wise career move, given my issues.) (And vulnerability to bacterial infections wasn't all there was.) Brother-in-law's a doctor. I've worked in and around the LA medical community for several years, and, occasionally for the likes of Cook, Roche, and others. So, yeah, I'm no stranger to their ways or their flaws. Then there's my family's history. They saved my junior, but only just barely, and then only after wasting precious time on chemo, which I knew wouldn't work. And you know how I knew that. The Air Force pumped me so full of so many things that, once I got out, I avoided getting anything else injected into me. I've never had any of the annual flu shots, and I'm not about to start. I don't care what's drifting about out there in the air. There are alternatives to what they have to offer, and I use them now. It took COVID to make me aware of some of those things, as well as to pay closer attention to things like how much sun I'm getting. For example, when I got so sick back in 1997, we had been living in the practically sunless Portland, Oregon area for a couple of years, and I hadn't been eating right. Lots of rice. I was on an Asian food binge back then. Now, I eat a lot of salads, with red onion and spinach, various nuts, and meats. And I try to get an hour of sunlight a day on me somewhere between 10 AM and 2 PM, since I can't ride my bike as much as I did just a couple of years ago, thanks to COVID and roving gangs doing things like shooting young mothers in the head for the crime of not repeating their mantra on command. We'll see if these measures work. As I look back, when I was doing such things, I didn't get sick. And, if I did catch something, it was no more severe than your average cold. So, now, all that said, a friend of mine is terribly ill. He's in the PCU with maximum oxygen. I'm asking you to pray for him. E-mail me for his name if you feel like you can help. I've already added his and his wife's names to the prayer roll, along with my own wife, whom I've also not told you about, but may have to sooner rather than later. Death has stalked me and mine for decades. I haven't even told you. And you don't know. Maybe I'll have to tell you in order for you to fully appreciate 'where I'm coming from', but I'll have to turn that thought over in my head a few times first. I can tell you this: You wouldn't want my past, and you wouldn't want to trade futures with me. I should probably be asking for your prayers for me, but I'm not. It may actually be true what they say about God giving us our trials only because he knows we can overcome them, setting an example for others. My wife used to tell our kids that the big thing that drew her to me was my fearlessness ... or foolishness, as you may call it. She told them that I'm like Shrek (because they were watching Shrek at the time). He has to face a dragon, and doesn't even hesitate. He has to cross a volcano, and doesn't even falter. "That's your father", she told the kids. Be like him. And it's true. I've always been a deep-end-of-the-pool kind of guy. I mean, I volunteered for foreign assignment in the military when everyone else was terrified of it. I walked right up to the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life, the one all the other guys were afraid of, and challenged her to dance with me. That's probably why she thinks I'm as fearless as Shrek. In fact, I'm coming down with something right now. But I'm still unafraid. I'm not stupid. I was seriously sick back in January, and this is already threatening to become strep. My family was scared in January, and they may be scared again. But I was drinking that tonic water, and taking those vitamins, and I was confident in myself and in God. And I'm doing even more this year, adding Quercetin to the regimen, and doing it before I get sick, rather than after. Besides, as everyone seems to agree, natural immunity appears to confer 2-3 times the protection to the various variants that any of the so-called vaccines offer. And, having supposedly had it back in January, I should be safe now. Moreover, I have contacts for Hydroxychloroquine, Ivermectin, and even Regeneron, if needed. But I will not be getting any of those vaccines. And don't misread me. I'm not saying the spirit has told me that those 'vaccines' are bad. I don't know whether they're safe or not. I don't know whether they work or not. I suspect, given the CDC's own information, that they're useless now, and far more dangerous than they ought to be. But I don't know. What I DO know is that there's an awfully suspicious, world-wide effort to force them on us, and that is all I really need to know to make an informed decision NEVER to get any of them. And it doesn't matter who gets sick, or with what. Besides, remember that the 'new and improved' COVID tests won't be available until December, so any COVID diagnosis remains suspect. It could be something else. https://americasfrontlinedoctors.org/treatments/how-do-i-get-covid-19-medication/ https://www.onedaymd.com/2021/04/ivermectin-flccc-protocol-for-covid-19.html https://www.aestheticsadvisor.com/2021/02/find-doctor-prescribe-hydroxychloroquine-ivermectin.html https://covid19.onedaymd.com/2021/03/quercetin-and-zinc-zelenko-treatment.html I recommend you do the same. And get some sun. And don't be afraid. If I'm not afraid, with my history, then why should you be? |