Thursday, February 1, 2024

You can run but you can't hide

 


The Chinese Plot to destroy America and take ownership of our vast national wealth including our prized Combination Pizza Hut & Taco Bell corporate stores is one step closer to completion. 

Yesterday after driving home from Palm Springs I noticed a little tickle in my throat. I thought it could have been my body rebelling against the 8th cup of coffee of the morning.

As I made way through Chino Hills, the tickle gave way to a light cough. Again, too much coffee and not enough morning nutrients thanks to my rigid intermittent fasting.

As I was gliding under the skyline of downtown LA 90 minutes later, I started feeling a bit of a headache. This, I attributed to the burgeoning root canal that lingers on the left side of my cheek because I stubbornly refused to go see a dentist.

As I entered the house and Lucy made a beeline for the automatic pet feeder which failed to stop dispensing kibble, I made a beeline for the bathroom to fish out a Covid test. With the swabbing, snorting and drop-dripping done, I felt confident that I had once again skirted the scourge that had ravished America. The C line made its appearance and the T line was not visible.

Yet.

10 minutes later it started appearing. Faint at first. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe a drop of my Kopi Luwak, coffee made from Monkey Poop, had fallen on the specimen collector and triggered a false positive.

"Surely," I thought "after 4 years of dutifully avoiding the Coronavirus, I wasn't getting it now." 

And just as surely, I was wrong. 

I'm on Day 2. 

Rest assured I won't be walking you through the gory, mucus-ey details of this experience, which is a trench many of you have been in. At this point it's nothing more than the beginnings of a mild cold. The pharmacy has not filled my prescription for Plaxovid. But as the picture above indicates, I do have some very fine "medicine" from Kentucky. 

Should be an interesting day.


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