Raynine
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- Oct 28, 2023
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I got sick and it sucks.
The gym is a petri dish of everything you can imagine, but you can’t just barricade yourself in a bunker, so you must swim with the fish and hope for the best. I last went to the gym about a week ago. That would have been Monday, Feb 9. I woke up on Tuesday with a very dry throat. Over the course of the day, the virus I picked up turned into a razor blade sore throat, and I could not sleep that night. The next day, the virus migrated into the bronchial area, and I got one of the worst coughs I have ever had. I did not sleep that night either. Then pasted congestion coated my upper chest, and I had difficulty getting things clear. I did not have myself checked for Covid. Anyone with an ounce of brains knows where that came from, so I will not elaborate on it here.
I have to keep doing what I am doing and because I stopped doing many bad things long ago at 80 I have an advantage I do not want to waste. Cardiologists in the the city watch as locals line up for bad food at drive-up windows too lazy to exit their vehicles to walk to a door and open it. They are like cattle directed through chutes. The heart specialists have given up trying to tell people what is killing them early so they just load everyone up with statins and blood thinners while they hope for the best. It is not working because people are dying from heart attacks and strokes as fast as ever, younger and younger.
Big Pharma is doing great. It makes the thousands of tons of worthless meds that people take and still die like dogs. Some people figure this out, others just keep drinking booze, smoking weed, dropping laced meth, and swallowing lethal processed food. You know what they say about leading a horse to water—no need to beat that dead horse. It's good to know Big Pharma is making billions I guess.
Anyway, my chest is clearing and I am feeling much better.
The gym is a petri dish of everything you can imagine, but you can’t just barricade yourself in a bunker, so you must swim with the fish and hope for the best. I last went to the gym about a week ago. That would have been Monday, Feb 9. I woke up on Tuesday with a very dry throat. Over the course of the day, the virus I picked up turned into a razor blade sore throat, and I could not sleep that night. The next day, the virus migrated into the bronchial area, and I got one of the worst coughs I have ever had. I did not sleep that night either. Then pasted congestion coated my upper chest, and I had difficulty getting things clear. I did not have myself checked for Covid. Anyone with an ounce of brains knows where that came from, so I will not elaborate on it here.
I have to keep doing what I am doing and because I stopped doing many bad things long ago at 80 I have an advantage I do not want to waste. Cardiologists in the the city watch as locals line up for bad food at drive-up windows too lazy to exit their vehicles to walk to a door and open it. They are like cattle directed through chutes. The heart specialists have given up trying to tell people what is killing them early so they just load everyone up with statins and blood thinners while they hope for the best. It is not working because people are dying from heart attacks and strokes as fast as ever, younger and younger.
Big Pharma is doing great. It makes the thousands of tons of worthless meds that people take and still die like dogs. Some people figure this out, others just keep drinking booze, smoking weed, dropping laced meth, and swallowing lethal processed food. You know what they say about leading a horse to water—no need to beat that dead horse. It's good to know Big Pharma is making billions I guess.
Anyway, my chest is clearing and I am feeling much better.