Eleua
23k posts, incept 2007-07-05
2021-09-20 14:16:10
Fast version. Own example. Happened to me in May 2021.
Son's Bible group went on a retreat to Columbia River. All got the Coof and brought it home to their families. About half a dozen families got it. Everyone tested - all popped positive.
I come down with it on 5/2 (Sunday). Not bad, but annoying. Used horse paste, and I was done by Friday. I could do yard work, walk around, etc., which I felt was therapeutic, as I didnt want to sit in bed.
Just as I come out of it (fever broke), I get another dip. Thinking that I beat the virus, I suspected bacterial pneumonia. Call the doc. Can't see him, since I am an untouchable. Tells me to sit at home until I have trouble breathing, then go to the hospital. No shit. Seriously.
Nuts to that, so I go to urgent care. Diversity Doc comes in looking like a 1990s horror movie. Argument breaks out as to my condition. I insist its bilateral pneumonia. She says it is aggressive Coof.
I beat a chest X-ray out of her, and it turns out I am right. Get Amox and prednisone, and I am clear a few days later.
I told DW to never take me to the hospital (she works there). She rolls her eyes.
FF to today. DW now says I was smart to avoid the hospital. It's pretty bad.
The hospital system is killing people with drugs the jabs have yet to kill.
It's demonic. <-- short answer to Mangobanana.
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