Writing this in my car, using a supermarket’s free wifi, so I don’t break quarantine. That already tells you what this story is about, doesn’t it?
After a couple of weeks of constant travel, I was home this weekend, and was looking forward to staying put for a while. But then on Sunday I started coughing, and my wife started squinting at me, so I took a rapid antigen test. And yep.
Remember that I’m a filthy and dangerous Covid-vaxx denier who doesn’t believe in science, so this is supposed to be an enormously dangerous moment for me — I’m just absolutely DYING because I refused to be protected. But so far it felt like a mild cold yesterday, and feels like a mild hangover today. That’s it. A little coughing, then a little fatigue. I’ve been taking C. D, and zinc quercetin for years, so now we get to see how they influence Covid-19 outcomes firsthand. And yes, I did break out the NAZI HORSE DEWORMER, so I have actively joined the apostasy. I’d been wondering if I was ever going to get to use those. Oh, and I took an aspirin. I may get radical and take another one tonight.
To avoid making my family sick, I hit the road. But I remember reading about the flu of 1918, and about the hospitals that got so full that they started parking patients outdoors. Funny thing about those poor bastards who couldn’t even get into the hospital and got stuck in a bed in a parking lot: They seem to have had better outcomes than the patients who made it inside.
All this to say that I’m on a camping trip again, in a sort of remote and lightly populated campground, and expect to be gone for a few days. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Why on earth was your wife squinting at you and pressuring you to take meaningless tests? She should be making you chicken soup, not telling you to hit the road.
I'm not a doctor, but I think you're going to make it.