To start, I can't say with any certainty whether what I had was COVID-19 or not, or for that matter, which vaccine variant it was. Among the people with who I had recently come into contact was a family member. They had one of those treasured medical breakthroughs. You know the one, it's when you get the COVID-19 even after you've gotten vax-stabbed. That family member, call them #5. They infected both #8 and #7 in my house.
Seeing as how this tale is about me, I'll let you in on the fact that I am #8 in this story. For me, this crept in kind of slowly. For many months, I had been suffering bouts of random fatigue. I don't know if this is because I'm horrible at keeping a good sleep schedule, other factors, or if it's a mild COVID-19 related symptom, the actual COVID, not one of the vaccine variants.
After getting exposed to the vaccinated relative who came down with COVID-19, things became markedly worse, and symptoms included chills, muscle aches, and body aches, draining fatigue, and relentless coughing fits. The feeling on your skin would make you want to take hot showers. I'd say the discomfort altered my perception to where I probably didn't realize exactly how hot and long I had these showers to try and deal with the symptoms.
On a couple of occasions, I thought I would collapse as I emerged from the steaming bathroom. The energy to get dressed and dry just wasn't anywhere to be found. Something about the fatigue and lack of appetite it causes is almost pleasant. You feel so weak and want to let go and give in to as much sleep as is humanly possible. If that were the worst of it, COVID might be useful as a dietary aid.
When you add in the non-stop and uncontrollable coughing fits, things can get pretty scary fast. Breathing becomes harder and harder to do. And this is worrisome because when you realize that the hospitals tend to ventilate patients, it's the last thing you want to resort to because ventilate has become synonymous with "exterminate." It's almost as if the goldarn Daleks (from 'Dr. Who') are running the show at these hospitals.
Many of these medical establishments get paid untold tens of thousands of dollars for COVID deaths at their facilities. The hospitals willfully ignore well-established prescriptions like hydroxychloroquine and ivermectin. They do this in favor of all things experimental and new.
When COVID-19 hit the world stage, it created a power vacuum. There was no industry standard to treat the new disease. So now you've got all these new drugs and vaccines vying for first-mover advantage in a voracious and fear-driven marketplace. They all want to be one of the few go-to drugs that nations buy and ultimately coerce their taxpaying citizens into consuming at regular intervals.
Mind you, none of these drug companies want to accept any liability for the potential lethality of their product. They want to be at the feeding trough. They want to be one of the first designated COVID treatments regardless of whether or not their product fits the bill. To do so, they must wage their influence to push aside any safe and well-established alternatives should any rogue doctors happen upon a better solution in their practice of medicining.
I use the term "medicining" in this instance lightly. In reality, more often than not, what Doctors do is more of a poisoning. Somewhere along the line: "primum non nocere," or first do not harm got replaced with: Apply X-petrochemical pharmaceutical to the patient. Treat the new problems X causes with Y and Z, wait for monetary kickbacks, rinse and repeat.
It's a very lucrative model for the men and women in the white coats, and people trust in and believe their Doctors inordinately as they do their local Pastors and Ministers. Facts on the ground can move the hell out of the way when it comes to the priest-class. But enough about these charlatans, let's get back to my stint with the flying death.
My plan was simple. I was going to ride it out and enjoy natural immunity when all was said and done. However, the way that the COVID vax variant can get to you with its multipronged approach is like a pincer attack. One minute you are fine, and the next thing you know is you're surrounded and outflanked on all sides by a cornucopia of symptoms, each one conspiring to keep you down in their devious ways.
What's a reasonable man to do? I had been avoiding the secret weapon for all too long now. I was reserving it as a last resort sort type of thing and wasn't exactly sure how to use it. By now, I had two means by which to obtain the medicine. I could get an Rx via telephone using the information from America's Frontline Doctors. That alone would've cost me $90 for the scrip and then whatever the meds cost to boot.
Plus, at this point, there was a waiting period. Suffice it to say—I didn't go that route. I decided to order it online using a service with which most people are already familiar. That's how I got my overpriced tubes of horse paste (Ivermectin 1.87%) in the mail.
I could tell this was the real deal because of the horse image on the box. Let's say this horsey had a very trustworthy-looking face. I could almost hear it neighing in the background: 10 out of 10 horses approve! Now that's a lot of horses out of ten horses, enough to convince me anyhow.
I'm not a rocket scientist. However, as a kid, in kindergarten, I assembled a rocket. And with the aid of a not-so makeshift remote launching mechanism, I was able to send the little rocket high and into the sky. And this makes me somewhat of a rocket scientist's apprentice in that I did all that stuff and wasn't even paid for it.
It was those skills as a rocket scientist's apprentice that I harnessed to measure out my dose of horse paste. As I sat there focused but wheezy from the non-stop coughing, I carefully twisted the knob to measure out the precise amount of paste for my body mass.
Immediately like a junky itching for a fix, I mashed down on the plunger in which this case is up and watched as the golden translucent ambrosia escalated smoothly from the tube in an upward fashion. Almost as if the precious-gel were reaching out for the very heavens themselves! And then, I did the most human thing possible in this scenario. I ate the horsey paste!
Call it bold, call it balzy, call it stupid, or just plain silly. In America, farm animals get dewormed frequently for their health. Why is it that humans rarely ever are? After a day, my symptoms, cough, and energy levels radically improved. After some time and talk, I convinced #7 to try the horse paste with similar magical results.
My only regret at this point was not trying this out immediately after the body aches started. I probably could have avoided the coughing fits altogether and whatever damage that may have caused. Another positive benefit to note is that the pulse oximeter now reflects a more healthy oxygen saturation level.
I have no complaints, and I don't plan on continuing the ivermectin use unless I find myself amid another pincer attack or endless bouts of coughing, fatigue, and body aches. Even though I don't need it and haven't even gotten close to finishing a whole tube, I'm glad I got extra. This way, if I think I need more, it is safely on standby!
None of this was or should get construed as medical advice. Dammit, Jim, I'm a rocket scientist's apprentice, not a veterinarian! Don't get ventilated, kids. Chances are, once you get ventilated, you never come back. Stay well, people!
Originally posted here: https://hive.blog/hive-150329/@thoughts-in-time/my-experience-with-covaids-so-far
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