Guise,

Okay, most likely, too much info, but it's accurate.

Spouseanon and I got the coof July 3rd from two MDs that are married, and both vaxxed. They were in town and we had dinner with them twice. Out of courtesy, spouse called her besty from Iowa to inform her we were both "feeling like shit", chills, body aches, head aches, fever, it sucked! We had made it 16 months w/out getting sick until we had dinner with two vaxxed MDs.

WTF? So, Saturday the 3rd was a Saturday, and on Monday morning I called my Dr., who is also a friend, and said, "Doc, prescribe me a Z-Pak, Ivermectin, and HCQ".

His response: "I can't. The pharmacy won't allow all three to be prescribed together."

My response: "Bull-fucking Shit! Send the HCQ to CVS for my arthritic hip, send the Ivermectin to Walgreens for the parasites in my stools, and send the Zpak to Meta Pharmacy for my "Strep throat"!!!

After a slight pause, my Doc said: "Yeah, yeah, I can do that". I had to travel to three different fucking pharmacies, but I got what I needed. Three days later, I was feeling great, ready to get back to work. Spouseanon insisted I wait another 4-5 days, reluctantly, I acquiesced. MOST IMPORTANTLY, as an aftermath of my sickness, I am now shitting logs that could build a small vietnamese village. I'm not kidding,

I have not shit like this since I was 12 or 13, when the my shit would curl up from hotting the bowl and push against mass!

No Shit! I'm not kidding!! Contracting Covid has afforded me the ability to shed the the fucking toxins from my body from HCQ, a ZPak, and Ivermectin. I feel fucking great!

I believe Q when he shared that there are cures.

I know, back to lurking!