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Maybe I was to bed shortly after 9:30 p.m. last evening, and I did manage some needed sleep. But it seemed that I was to be awake long, long before my 4 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed. I kept resisting peeking at the time because it made no sense to. After all, it would defeat my purpose to be rising ahead of 4 a.m. ─ if I had hope of walking anywhere at 6 a.m., I ought not to be getting up too early.
It was to make no difference. I never improved during the two hours despite the two heaping teaspoons of instant coffee that were the foundation of a hot mug I fixed up for myself. I was too feverish and weak from my respiratory ailment.
This was to be the second day to find me too ill to even care to engage minimal exercise of any kind. And I am never up for many hours before lying down to try and nap.
My younger brother was not to emerge from his bedroom this morning until at least 9:15 a.m. By then I had risen from a return to bed because I believed it likely that he was watching T.V.
This gave me control, so when he did come downstairs, I had used our Android TV Box to set up an 11½-minute video at Dr. Peter McCullough's Substack: Tedros Dismayed at Global Hesitancy on WHO Plans, Pandemic Induced Immunodeficiency, New Hope for Microbiome.
Dr. McCullough Joins Alison Stein for Commentary One America News
Then it was over to Dr. William Makis's Substack for a video three times as long: EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW - Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson: Pedophilia & child sex abusers in Canada's top healthcare jobs (Alberta Health Services) Premier Danielle Smith can make history (Red Deer Feb.3, 2024).
After that it was over to YouTube for two videos:
A life just as it was 300 years ago: the Amish in the US. They live according to their own rules, reject technological advances, wear old-fashioned clothing and drive horse-drawn carts. An encounter with the Amish is like traveling back in time.
Originating from southern Germany and Switzerland, the Amish community brought its culture and language to the New World. Deeply rooted in their faith, the Amish adhere to strict codes and reject modern technology. For outsiders, these rules can sometimes appear strange. They traverse their rural communities in horse-drawn carts, but if a distance is too far, they’re allowed to use a shuttle service. They don’t use telephones unless it’s for business purposes and the device is located outside of the home.
Children are expected to help with housework even when they’re attending school. But before they’re baptized as young adults and finally become part of the Amish community, they’re allowed to try what’s called the rumspringa: a period of time when they’re encouraged to behave like regular teenagers - before deciding on which lifestyle they prefer. But those who opt for a conventional, modern existence are exiled. The film sheds light on a fascinating world governed by tradition.
We finished up with an episode of Shoestring that I had previously recorded ─ season two's episode eight ("Another Man’s Castle").
Thereafter my brother sought some bed rest. I had a meal, and was in bed by 1:30 p.m. in pursuit of a nap. My brother left for the day during it.
My wife had texted me at 1:35 p.m. to check up my health, but I had left my cellphone downstairs. I responded at 3:40 p.m. and then got her advice to drink lots of warm water ─ it would help, she said. And that is true, but plain warm water is quite unpalatable.
As of this past Friday, I have been taking ─ twice daily ─ an aqueous solution of ivermectin. Would I be even worse off without it?
This latter afternoon I spent 20 minutes nebulizing hydrogen peroxide, inhaling it via a face mask. I neglected to undergo the treatment yesterday ─ maybe that is why my infection seems rooted deep into my lungs, as is testified by the dreadful phlegmatic coughs.
I am going nowhere this evening, nor do I plan to get up overnight for a walk. This wretched condition must get broken as soon as possible.
I will try to sit up this evening and watch T.V. with my brother once he is back home, but right now it is 7:39 p.m. and I feel that I must lie down ... maybe even nap.
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