Well, this morning was my sixth dose of ivermectin, according to the instructions of the fellow who had sold the product to my older half-sister Phyllis.
She had located a health food store that sold the substance, no doubt on the 'down-low.' This was back on Wednesday ─ three days ago. The proprietor had given her instructions that I was to take the liquid ─ yes, a liquid and not a dry form such as tablets ─ at six-drop doses twice a day for three days, and then phone him.
Since I commenced this protocol Wednesday evening, this morning was my sixth and final dose, and thus it was that towards mid-afternoon I phoned the chap.
He seems to have some education in ivermectin, claiming to have helped quite a number of people. He has even consulted with a couple of specialists on ivermectin in Mexico, and also has an ivermectin-knowledgeable physician locally whom he is conversant with.
Anyway, what has he adjudged now that I have completed my third day?
To my surprise, he said that I should continue with his protocol for another three days, and to in addition 'up' the dosage strength from six drops to eight drops twice per day.
I must admit that over the three days in which I have already taken his ivermectin, I feel better than I have over any other three-day period since I fell victim to this malady ─ which was quite early in October until it got out of hand and mowed me right down mid-month, resulting in me being taken to the Surrey Memorial Hospital for a stay of just over 11 days (October 18 - 28).
In fact, I was fortunate to have been able to get released even then ─ I had to push hard. The institutional consensus was that they were going to keep me because my oxygen breathing levels too often dropped excessively low, and they felt that I should continue to have recurring general assistance from a breathing tube with two prongs which were left inserted into my nostrils.
I hated that thing at night ─ it was extremely interfering of sleep. I had a couple of nights in which I was convinced that I never slept at all because of not being able to freely shift about in bed. Sometimes I like to roll over onto my stomach as I pursue comfortable sleeping postures. To just lie upon my back is for me unnatural.
To this point, I cannot tell that I take ivermectin ─ that is, I am unable to notice even any remotest side-effects. Heck, I can barely taste the stuff. There is no discomfort from it whatsoever. All I can attest to is that seeming unique three-day improvement I spoke of.
May the next three days prove to be at least as beneficent in this recovery process!
I abstained from a beer in the evenings these past three days, but I am not going to continue to do so. I have no certain instructions that I need to abstain from light drinking. And even though I have read on some websites that ivermectin should be taken on an empty stomach, the FLCCC website (Ivermectin in COVID-19) claims that ivermectin is fat soluble:
Do I need to take Ivermectin on a full or empty stomach?
When taking Ivermectin please take the medication with or after your meal.
Ivermectin is a fat soluble drug and the absorption of Ivermectin is enhanced in the body’s tissues with a fatty meal.
Nevertheless, I will likely still avoid eating a meal within an hour of taking ivermectin, for I take nutritional supplements with my meals, and something might interfere with ivermectin's full therapeutic impact.
I forgot to ask the chap I was speaking with this afternoon about these issues of alcohol or meals (or even nutritional supplements) potentially interfering with ivermectin in a sense of limiting its potency. I will simply gamble that if he knew of aught, he would have specified something about it without any urging from me.
I have been watching so much T.V. since being home from the hospital ─ over eight hours a day! My younger brother is especially happy about this because it means that in the evenings, he does not have to limit himself to our basic cable T.V. package (or my youngest stepson's Netflix account). We have an Android TV Box, but my brother does not understand its operation, and relies wholly upon me for this.
And so we can watch an almost limitless number of T.V. series or movies.
Last evening we watched a mysterious 2018 movie titled Freaks. I refrained from reading Wikipedia's description of the plot because I prefer to be surprised by the features I am enjoying, so initially I wondered if the movie was going to be something of a fantasy involving the imagination.
Happily ─ especially for my brother's sake, who hates that sort of thing ─ it turned out to be hardcore science fiction along the lines of the sort of people who might populate a Marvel Comics Earth.
The actress playing the main character ─ a seven-year-old girl ─ was Lexy Kolker. At times when she looked intense, she seemed so very familiar to me. I realize now that I have seen her in both Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and Shooter, but I have no specific memory of her in either series.
A few of the other movies we have seen include 2017's The Beguiled, a remake of the 1971 Clint Eastwood Civil War movie of the same name. I recognized actors Colin Farrell, Nicole Kidman, and Kirsten Dunst without knowing that they were acting in it.
It definitely kept my brother and I interested.
We also watched a piece of improbable 'coming of age' fluff from 2013 that my brother did not like titled The Spectacular Now. I had added the title a couple or more years ago to a list because it featured actress Shailene Woodley, but even she could not make this movie anything near stellar. Oh, make no mistake ─ she was very good. It was just that her co-star's character was preposterously unbelievable where my brother and I were concerned.
I will mention just one further movie that we have watched since I have been home from the hospital ─ 2011's War Horse. It deservedly merits the description 'epic'. That is all I will say ─ except that my brother and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Before I close for today, I want to say that I am contemplating getting out in the wee a.m. tonight and having my first walk in over a month. The plan is to see if I can walk four blocks to an ATM where I would like to deposit the $270.04 monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that my brother gave me at the start of the month.
The monthly mortgage is supposed to be set to be debited from my chequing account each month on the 22nd, but at present its balance is shy of that figure by about $900. I have no further income of my own coming into the account, but my eldest stepson should be transferring over something ─ hopefully as much as $300. And my wife owes the account $500.
If absolutely necessary, I have another account with something over $300 from which I can make up any shortfall. It is always possible that my eldest stepson will be more generous than the $300, but we shall see. He had just better not be stingy and only contribute as little as $200!
I may find myself unable to handle the walk, however. Even if it starts to cause me to begin coughing strenuously, I will have to give it up, for I do not wish to attract any attention ─ even at 3 a.m. in the morning, if that is when I head out!
I am defenceless because of how weak I have become from my illness due to muscle-loss, but I will wear a knife and bring along a stun gun flashlight that I have. Hey ─ I am 72 years old, after all!
And that's enough said for today.
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