Was it "Covid"?
I'll never know. And I don't care.
Anyone who has read my posts or comments knows that I consider myself a relatively healthy person. I eat pretty good, avoiding *all* fast food. I make all of our meals at home from scratch. I grow as much of our food as I can (outdoors in the summer, and indoors in the winter I grow salad greens, tomatoes, and sometimes for a treat, some green beans and peppers). I do mild to moderate exercise almost every day. I sleep good. I stay away from processed sugar as much as I possibly can. I don’t take prescription drugs and, in fact, don’t even have over the counter medications in the home (but I do have a few OTC items in storage for trade or dire emergencies). I use several supplements regardless of what big pharma says about them making, “expensive urine”. The list goes on. The lifestyle I lead is not “crazy” healthy, but “common sense” healthy. What I do is attempt to emulate my Grandparents and my Parents who eat/ate *variety* and, to the greatest extent possible, *quality*. And, yep, I’m in the “baby boomer” generation (so I’m not a spring chicken).
In October of 2019 I had the privilege of spending over a week in Ireland, the land of many of my ancestors on my Mother’s side of the family. I’ll never forget it. I still have to pinch myself from time to time to believe I was actually there. I fell in love with the land, the people and the food. I did whirlwind tours of the Emerald Isle, hitting pretty much every spot on the map except the Southeast and Central portions of the country. My last night in the hotel, an Asian woman and her son stayed in the room next to me and I heard them gurgling, coughing and hacking unlike anything I’d ever heard. It went on all night. I didn’t really think much about it, except that it kept me awake and I had a 5 am flight to catch so I was a bit pissed about not being able to sleep even with the sound of waves crashing outside of my window.
I am not one to “wish myself ill” (I believe that we have a *lot* of control over illness in our bodies by how much we worry about “getting sick”), but I boarded the plane and a couple hours into the flight I started to feel that tickle in my throat which has always been a warning sign to me that something nasty is headed my way. That dry sinus feeling. Most of us have had this at one time or another in our lives. I figured, well, I’ve been infected with “traveler’s flu”. This is also something that anyone who has traveled a lot is familiar with. About 16 hours later I was at home and immediately used my trusty Neti-pot. I suffered a bit of a cough, no fever, a bit of sinus difficulty and it went away in less than a week. Was this “covid?” After all, there are many studies out there that state that covid in the “first world” started in Europe. Remember, this is the end of 2019 before we were mind-effed into thinking that everything that causes coughing and hacking is scary, scary, SCARY “covid.” Or, was it like I thought… traveler’s flu? I’ll never know. And I *don’t care*.
The world was still “normal” in January of 2020 when I visited family in Tennessee and had an amazing time. Eating incredible food in Nashville. Touring old plantations, attending an incredible concert, watching a lovely lady from Australia in our tour group volunteer to play Elvis’ piano at an historical recording studio, and feeling the love and affection of family members. It was one of the best times of my life. I flew home and about a week later, it hit me again. This time, I was a bit scared because I started coughing. And I coughed. And I coughed. And I coughed. And I coughed. It was nonstop. I had a 103 fever for 3 days. I had chills so bad that I could barely walk to the bathroom. All I could do was sit in a chair and shiver and cough. There was a 3-day stint where I coughed almost 24 hours a day and got about 4 hours of sleep. After the 7th day of this, I decided that I better get some advice so I attended an online doctor consult live on video. Guess what this doctor told me? First, he asked if my symptoms were getting worse, better or about the same. I told him that they seemed to be getting better but that it felt like they were never going to end. He kind of chuckled and said, “You probably got a bad case of the flu, and, Rob, it usually takes 7 to 10 days for our bodies to build the antibodies needed to fight colds and flu. If you aren’t feeling better after 10 days, go to the emergency room.” I trusted what this doctor said. As someone who hasn’t gone to doctors much in my life, he sounded credible, caring and genuine. And guess what? Like clockwork, on day 9 I only coughed a few times. After 2 weeks, I was pretty much back to normal except for being a bit week and *hungry*! Was this “covid”? Or was it the flu like the doctor said? I’ll never know. And I *don’t care*!
At the end of May 2021 I decided it was time to visit friends who live about an hour’s drive away. A paranoid family when it comes to health/medicine/disease etc, but good people nonetheless. I spent the day with them laughing and reminiscing about old times. We ate together and had a great day. At the end of the day, they told me, “We just got the J & J “vaccine” and we haven’t been able to taste or smell ever since”. I can’t remember what I said but it was something like, “I hope it all works out for you”. We shook hands and I went on my merry way. And then it hit. A few days after my visit I was doing yard work when I suddenly felt like someone was dragging a chain through my sinus cavity. I thought to myself, “not again! I do everything right with my body and health why in the hell am I feeling like I’m getting sick again???” This new illness was a bit nasty in different ways than I’d ever experienced before. I didn’t get a fever. I had a light cough, but I *completely* lost my taste and smell. I had “brain fog” unlike anything I’d ever experienced and felt like I wasn’t even in the same dimension anymore. My oxygen saturation level was jumping from 86 to 93 and back again. It was *weird*. It felt unnatural. It felt engineered. But you know what? I never felt like I was going to drop dead. I kept remembering what that online doctor told me about 10 days for antibodies. I ate the best I could even though I couldn’t taste or smell food at all. I took care of myself and slowly but surely climbed out of that hole. My oxygen level stabilized after about 7 days and improved daily after that. Over a year later now, I *still* don’t have 100% taste and smell back and I still have a bit of brain fog! Was this “covid?” Was this the shedding of the freshly “vaccinated” friends? Or was it just a variation of the flu or something? I’ll never know. And I *don’t care*.
So, should I have rushed out to get some kind of a test for this strange barrage of illness that I was confronted with? As someone who doesn’t typically get sick often, should I have been scared to death and been living in fear for that year of misery? Once there were tests for “covid” should I have rushed out to get one? And if the test would have said I was “positive” for “covid”, would that have changed the situation? What could I have done differently if I had known what I had in *any* of these 3 strange illnesses? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The treatment method would have been the same in all 3 cases: Stay home. Drink water. Eat the best food you can (if you can) and try to get some sleep.
Why are people still testing? Why are they still masking? Why are they still distancing? Why are people still getting “boosted” and even shooting up their children with an *experimental* gene therapy? Why are we doing *anything* like this anymore? I’m sorry for those people who really think there’s something scarier than the flu, colds, tuberculosis, and a whole litany of other illnesses out there. Illness is illness and every single one of them can kill. When is common sense going to return to the public? When are people going to stop watching and listening to the corporate media who benefit financially from flat out *lying* to us? When are people going to stop worshipping politicians who are bought and paid for by the very companies that profit off of what the politicians push on the public? I just don’t get it.
I’m not sure what the answer is to what has happened to the people and what people have allowed in their lives over the last “going on 3 years to flatten the curve”, but a society that has turned into what this one has *cannot* stand. We all get sick. We *all* die. No amount of masking, testing, medicine, doctor visits or anything else can stop us from getting sick or dying. It’s going to happen. It’s part of life.
How about making the most of what life we do have? Whether it’s 20 years or 100 how about enjoying it? It’s sad when people we love get sick and even sadder when they lose their lives, but a life well lived is what really matters isn’t it? I’m sorry, but we don’t get “more life” by doing any of the things that people have been duped into doing over the “pandemic.” None of those things will stop any of us from getting sick from something eventually and none of those things will stop us from dying. Sorry. They won’t. I often use the stupid face diaper as an example. If almost 100 percent of the people in a city or town are all wearing them and people are still getting sick, please tell me how you can justify telling people they work for stopping the spread of viruses? And if a “vaccine” doesn’t stop you from getting sick how in the hell is that doing something to extend your life or give you a better quality of life?
I better stop ranting for now. My point of this post is pretty much this in a nutshell: Even if we do everything right, with or without the protocols the so-called “experts” tell us are imperative to our health, even if we eat right, exercise, wear masks, take pills, get shots, distance or anything else you can think to throw in this sentence, we all get sick and we all die. The sooner our society wakes up to that fact and decides that a full happy life breathing the air and hugging our friends and family matters more than what a dirty politician, a bought and paid for “scientist”, a corrupt doctor, a talking head on the “news”, or a rumor on social media tells us we should be doing, the better off we’ll be. Maybe we should embrace a bit of the philosophy derived from *real* science I learned from the online doctor who eased my mind by reminding me that it takes 7 to 10 days to build antibodies…
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