DODGERS Corona Virus

What do you do if you get corona and you don't have access to medication like that for the well insured?

Nothing.
You drink hot tea.
You don't eat food.
Take ice baths.
You wrap yourself in blankets.
And sweat and squirm like a worm.
Freeze it dead or burn it off.
See whose stronger.
You or your corona.

 

thanks for sharing fordie
happy you appear to be recovering
be well my brother

 

Thanks for the first hand account.
Glad you made it through and are feeling better.

 

I'll be honest
I have to have an organ removed.
I've been putting offfor a year and the latest I had to wait was in December
But I got really sick and missed work for a while then I broke my hand and had to miss 2 months at least so I quit to recover.
Wife and got into an argument and I convinced her that she was not up to taking care of a person with cancer and I asked her to move back with her family.
She said no but a week later we had a bigger fight and she got the message.

Diablo when you came to my house I was a horrible host.
I was in a lot of pain and other things and I didn't want to show it on my face. I apologize if I was not attentive.
I thought we would have more time.
I could not adjust in real time.
I was just very spent.
And I've never had a white person at my house that wast a government agent.
That was the first time.
I've had black guys at my house but no whites. Go for it Irish!
And I had never ever thought about that.
I stopped having white friends after high school.
Maybe it was the bad experiences I had with white adults.
Specially in the government.
And I worked for the government with loads of white people and it was always cool.
But I never invited any white person to my house.
I mean white dudes. White chicks love the mountain.
Well way back then.

I'm rambling and forgot my point of why I'm talking bout this...
Oh yeah corona.
I'm not unafraid.
The thought of not being let out of the hospital. Being told i have corona during my surgery and if I survive end up with corona and then be stuck there for months while they try to keep me from dying.
I don't want to die like that.
I think I'm out of time.
I've already pushed everyone away because I can't bear to have people I love see me miserable.
With Diablo I tried hard to look fine.
That's my talent.
That's why I smoke.
For the pains when it helps a little.
But mostly so my eyes don't look pained.
And my wrath can be checked.
Because it's party time right now.
And I didn't get my surgery before the party started.
Like I should have.
And I knew all of this was coming.
I love you guys but I never give you the A sides.
I give you unfinished sketches and sometimes a B side here and there.
A sides I can only do if I can feel your heart.
I have faith.
But it's not as strong as I would like.
While I love off of it I always demand proof of life before the final transfer.
Like Tommy I need to see who are you.
But I've got no more quarter.
All I got is steel balls.

 

And I can't believe I posted that.
Damn you sauce I read your post at the most wrong possible moment.

 

What I meant with wrath is two fold.
The right and the left.
I must fight with a person before I can trust them.
I must see who they are.
I can't explain better.
If you read Gilgamesh as a kid and remember Enkindu you understand.
I need to know of what metal you are made of.
I don't know why I need this before I can trust you.
Even if I've know you 20 years.
Like I need to bite the metal for proof.
Like a Klondike bar.
Need to see how much gold in your ore.
That is not literal btw. In case I lose you.
It's simply about character I suppose.
I need to know which one you are in the play if we gonna play.

I don't know if this is a character flaw or a boon but this is the right side of my wrath.
The left side is all about total fucking destruction of everything that is an abomination to my spirit without harming a single soul.
I'm sure that's what they all say.
Before their utopian dreams become megalomania.
It's happened every time.
And most of them liked to write.
Not a good sign.
But I'm being a little emo today as my nephew's would say.
I've been visiting people and saying goodbye the last couple weeks.
They just don't know it.
My wife kept calling me and texting me the last few months. Every morning and evening at the very least.
Tells me she loves me and that she will never have want another man etc... All the nice things you wanna hear.
Its obvious she wants me to ask her to come back.
Or maybe that's just sorta wishful thinking.
But I made sure I called her during my worst day last week and asked her in a roundabout way to leave me alone.
And she did.

I just deleted the next couple paragraphs because It was only getting sappier.
Suffice to say I have no idea what I'm talking bout next.
Except that I wish I could pee.
Maybe I should try a fosters.

 

Sorry Fordie for stealing your thunder.
But reading your analysis was comforting.
Like reading a box score late at night when you missed the game.
Or having vin give you a recap before the next game.

 

Thank you for that.
It's a big relief that I wasn't a jerk.

I actually had a tri trip in the smoker out back but I was kinda too excited and also foggy brained to remember once you got here.
It was charred about a quarter of the way in on one side because I misjudged the wood.
I even had some 2 fosters in the fridge and a random bottle of dark wine and a little sake bottle.
But I ever telling you that I didn't drink and had no booze in the house.
Which is always true.
Except that because you were coming I wanted to have a little something.
But encephalitis is a bitch.
An elephant never forgets but he sometimes remembers information that is currently past it's freshness date.

I actually don't know what to do.
I have no taste for filling out medical forms. Applying for state help or any of that. I just don't. It makes my symptoms unbearable.
I could do business all day and all night.
But I can't do something that goes against my spirit.
I need others to do that for me.
My disease pumps my blood with adrenaline and steroids all the time. And a host of other chemicals that allow me feats.
Like walking from tree tree without having to come down. Just dancing on the limbs as they bough and bend and spring you back up to the next one.
Dancing with whales in the ocean and talking it off the beach.
Fighting wild dogs with my bare hands and following bears in the woods just for curiosity.
Oh and killing snakes and scorpions every live long day.
Although I kinda feel something for the little scorpions because they are so crystal clear and transparent when they been under a quartz for a time and that rock hasn't been wound once.

While you guys always talked bout dogs In obvious snatch references I would chuckle inside.
Mickey was my role.
Weed can't get me high.
Alcohol don't get me drunk.
At least not enough for either to make me impaired.
Shit you know what I'm gonna say.
It just made me concentrate better.
And suppressed feats.
Except my feet.
They normally plodding until you wind me up.

I never take the money.
I fuck up the program on purpose.
If you insult me that way.
I'm skittish but ferocious.
I'm skinny but heavy boned.
I'm fat but always absorb the hit.
I'm slow footed unless you can make me dance.
Make me.
I broke my right hand but my hands are still greased lightning.
And my left is 24 karat gold.
That's just a pretty number.
But it's solid.
Even if gold don't due too well vs calcium carbonate.
It's a noble metal.
From before the bronze age.
And it's much lighter than iron bro.

 

There is a virus that can cause it yes.
But it can be caused by many things.
Repeated blunt force trauma does the trick too.
Remember that guy that went to your house once.
Was there an incident with a crowbar or something?
I got that crowbar a bunch of times one time.
I had really long Saul Hudson hair.
Not as curly. But it looked thick and curly from all the blood.
I wonder if it was the same guy.
I never got his name.