Is mortality something you think about?
The larger question is, is it healthy to think about such things?
A little over thirty years ago, I was in a head-on collision (freeway speeds) with an inebriated geriatric. It was halftime; he was out of beer and decided he would take his newly restored old Cadillac to the grocery store for more.
His wife purchased him this heavy-duty car because he crashed his truck into a tree on his last binge.
On this fine day, it was I who topped a hill to find this long black Cadillac headed right at me. The timing of the crash was as follows. “‘Oh Shit’ Bang!”
All these years later, there is not a day, a time, or a moment that I am not reminded of that day because my life changed. Most movement causes some kind of pain due to arthritis in everything that was injured.
If you think I must have made a ‘killing’ on the insurance money, think again. When all was said and done, I was upside down on my car payment. His insurance company and mine were the same.
Those were unhappy times in my life; even though I lived through it, PTSD is a real thing.
What I did for a living changed. What I could do for myself changed. In truth, I could have gone out on disability. I could no longer do my job.
I lived off savings while learning computer science stuff. They called it data processing back in the day but, the job was much more sedentary than my previous vocation, and there is nothing wrong with my brain.
Time was slipping by, and those arthritic nodules were still growing.
If you are like me, you don’t allow life to kick you when you are down. Every morning I open my eyes, it is as if I run a self-diagnostic.
You might be too young to appreciate this. It seems that I never know what the newest hurdle to jump will be.
I lost six months this year due to illness.
I was spending time in the hospital during this pandemic. I picked up Covid as a door prize. On my way out the door from having surgery, three days later, I had a rash as nobody had ever seen. Then a nagging cough, sore throat, loss of taste and smell, and a litany of other ailments. Brain fog and chronic fatigue are the two issues that still plague me the most.
I learned that the GP only knows how to treat what he or she has seen before. There are no experts on Covid, and in truth, nobody really cares.
When the cough cleared, I was vaccinated. Neither shot bothered me other than the pain in the arm from them hitting the damned bone.
Covid has a neurological contingent that has affected my motor skills. Again, there are no experts on this ‘man-made’ disaster.
Since my GP is of no use, I have bounced from one specialist to another. Delineating from the effects of surgery to Covid’s aftermath has been a bit of a challenge, which not many are up for.
There are other variables, such as the vaccine itself. What, if anything, is it doing?
Why are so many doctors and nurses refusing to take the shot?
As a cynical person, I believe the vaccine push is about money to big pharma. We should have reached herd immunity by now. The super cynical me thinks it is about money to the people who make these ridiculous laws, or mandates, getting money from big pharma to do it.
By the time they ‘sell X many shots’ and learn it is unconstitutional, it will be too late.
If I could live with myself, it might be fun to run for congress. As a lawmaker, what price would you put on your soul to be purchased by the next scam?
Trust me, Jack; these beans are magic. You should buy them.
-Much Love -TW