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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of Montréal.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Friday, 19 November 2021

Steadily Improving


As explained in my previous post, I have not been in further touch with the man from whom my elder half-sister Phyllis purchased a small bottle of liquid ivermectin back on Wednesday, November 10. I was unaware she had done this ─ consequently, it was with considerable surprise that she paid me a visit later that afternoon to give it to me, along with instructions from the shop proprietor where she bought the item.

I followed the man's instructions for the first three days, taking double the dose strength that was listed on the bottle's label. I then phoned him, and was directed to take triple the label's dose for three further days.

I was to have phoned him once I had done that, but when I did, a different proprietor at the store answered my call and said that the other chap had gone home for the day. It was only 3:20 p.m. or so. This guy seemed to know that his co-proprietor was quite involved with ivermectin without me even mentioning the substance; and upon hearing how much I had been taking, he was almost flummoxed, maintaining that the label should not be deviated from.

Well, the conversation had gotten a little uncomfortable for me, so I brought it to a close, and was invited to call the other fellow the following day ─ he was expected in the shop by 10 a.m.

I phoned the next day around an hour earlier than I did the day before, but when the phone rang six times and I got no response, I just hung up. I decided that this was getting to be more trouble than I felt it was worth.

The ivermectin label also said not to take it for more than seven days (the "maximum"). Since I had taken those super-doses for six days, I finished the final day according to the dictates of the label. And then I retired the bottle.

I E-mailed Phyllis and explained all of this to her. In a reply that I got yesterday, she included this:

If I drive past the store, I will go in to check. For all we know, [the proprietor we had dealt with] has been 'found out' and they've removed him.

I expect that she was referring to the conversation that I had with his co-proprietor, who seemed consterned by how much ivermectin I had been taking.

I feel quite good. If not for my limited breathing due to my supposedly scarred lungs as a result of the "COVID pneumonia" I contracted last month that put me into the hospital for just over 11 days, I would think that I am as normal as I was in September.

Of course, if I tried to exercise, I would fast find that I am a weakling compared to my conditioning in September. And a look at my naked self in a mirror would immediately reveal that I now have spindly, wrinkled upper arms in place of the rather muscular arms that I had before. 

I have not shaved scalp nor beard in nigh two months. I am planning on maybe doing so tomorrow so that I can 'go public' early Sunday morning to do some shopping at a Shoppers Drug Mart four blocks from here that opens at 8 a.m.     

However, if on that first walk that I would be taking since before I got sick early in October, I find myself starting to cough excessively or find that my legs are feeling excessively taxed from the unaccustomed effort, I would likely just come back home and continue the wait of rehabilitation ─ I supposedly have "long-haul COVID", after all.  

Yesterday I also E-mailed two other people to let them know about my dreadful October, and my November thus far. One of these people is a cousin who resides in Edmonton, and obviously I have not been in touch with him since at least September.

I know that he got 'vaccinated' earlier this year, so whenever we have such pauses in our communication, I begin to wonder if maybe he has succumbed to side-effects. That also applied to the other fellow, who is into his 80s and has also been 'vaccinated'.

Fortunately, both are presently okay.

However, most unfortunately, my cousin presented the following lie:

I hope you will follow the science and go get vaccinated when you feel better. It's proven that vaccination provides a higher degree of immunity than getting the disease.

Even a doctor at the hospital proclaimed that same nonsense.

I included this in my reply today to my cousin Doug:

As for COVID-19 immunity, you and I must be reading about very different studies! (See for instance 81 Research Studies Confirm Natural Immunity to COVID ‘Equal’ or ‘Superior’ to Vaccine Immunity.) Never before in the history of immunity has a vaccine been superior to natural immunity. And the COVID-19 variety don't even target the virus ─ only the spike protein. All the virus has to do is mutate the spike protein, and the vaccines are impotent ─ they won't recognize the spike protein any longer.

Natural immunity results in all proteins of the virus being recognized by our antibodies and T cells ─ the virus would have to mutate into something entirely different to avoid that recognition.

But only time is going to tell what the truth is.
  

Amen to that.

My afternoon has just about expired, so I am going to bring today's post to a close. I want to enjoy a little T.V. and have some supper before my younger brother gets home ─ he left ahead of mid-afternoon to go and visit one of his drinking buddies, so I rather fear that he will be returning early this evening in a pronounced state of inebriation.

I will still watch T.V. with him this evening if he does show up in that state, but I will not like it.

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