A Tale of Two (three, four, five, six?) COVID’s…?
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A Tale of Two (three, four, five, six?) COVID’s…?
Howdy folks! I’ve been down for a while. Around the end of May we attended a gathering of family and friends at a venue which has large an open garage door and several open entrance/exit doors. So no tightly enclosed spaces. Social distancing not mandated because the place was big enough to where people just had lots of room naturally. There weren’t a lot of us; a gang of around 10-12 of us. We met in the late afternoon, and I had taken on a dry, hacking cough a day or so before. As the gathering went on I began to feel worse and worse. It was in the 90’s here in the semi-rural Southeastern US of A, and while everyone else was shedding layers, I was putting them on because I was freezing to death; we’re talking teeth chattering chills. Trish, my wife, felt my head and said I was on fire. We went home. My fever was 104. Family insisted on my taking a home Covid test. I took two; with one positive and one negative. Everyone in my universe decided the positive test was the right one, even though the home tests are reputed to be 10–20% less accurate than the PCR test, whose creator said was the wrong test for determining Covid-19, and, that it was being administered incorrectly throughout most of the “pandemic” craze. But, the Covid Cabal had spoken, and therefore I had Covid. Interestingly everybody at our gathering (including my wife) also got sick and tested positive for Covid within a day of me, except for a couple of young adult couples who had recently had Covid. Of all “infected,” I was the only person who had NOT been either vaccinated or boosted. Our fevers hovered around 102 for several days, and all we wanted to do was sleep. Our doctor prescribed monoclonal antibodies which we took via IV. Trish started to get better within a day, but I got worse. Mine went upper respiratory, and the next thing I knew, my doctor was talking “Covid Pneumonia.” A Z-Pack of antibiotics, Prednisone, Albuteral, and strong cough syrup took about two weeks to finally pull me out of the hole. I don’t know what I had, but whatever it was nearly put me down. We’re over the worst; no fever, no longer coughing or gasping for breath. Whatever it was I got, I do not wish to have again, and trust me, none of y’all want it. Mike mentioned SADS (Southern Adult Death Syndrome) or something similarly sounding, that I don’t accurately remember, most of the time I listened during my days of the plague were a haze. If anyone can point me to that broadcast, I’d be in your debt. Along with all the other symptoms, the intellectual processing of information also suffered. But something(s) out there, and, personally I believe it to be of the man-made variety. Covid-19? I have not a clue. I’m more inclined to believe VM; I think someone’s trying to poison us; and in my case, they nearly succeeded. Y’all be careful out there. I’m blessed with a good doctor, who actually listens to me. If yours doesn’t, get a new one. Bar’s open!
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