Sick, hard, bad.

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Whatever is wrong it is pretty harsh.  The fever from some time back, and flu-like symptoms, are back.  A mild headache, some skeletal-muscle aches and pains, stomach upset.  No nasal block or drip.  Tired.  Whatever it is, it is taxing my system.  Medicines have been going in lock clockwork, and seem to be working.  This isn't them, it isn't from strain, it isn't from too much rest, but it is ticking my days and nights over.  I was able to go to bed at 20:00, but couldn't stay asleep.  Actually I didn't have a choice.  I had to sleep, and did for a few hours.  I am heading back to bed at 2:00, which is earlier than I have been able to sleep for days now.

Never mind.  It will pass, as it did before.  However, I suspect illness is being spread.  Those who are strong enough will survive.  Those who aren't will die.  And that won't always be who one might easily suspect.  The invasion that has hit America brings with it new viruses, new strains, strains partially bolstered by poor medical care and ignorant and poor people for whom a doctors orders mean little.  When self-preservation becomes extremely limited, down to just getting food, long term self-preservation, such as taking a full compliment of antibiotics, becomes meaningless.  Another reason to not support functionaries, such as those who serve in doctors without borders.  There good deeds sound more like personal satisfactions, and beliefs in feeling good about themselves, than of doing good, or wise, things.  I do have questions.  They don't have good answers.  The secular never do.  It's about them.  And, really, we are all worthless, in the grand schemes, unless that is all we have.  If there is nothing greater, then those who are worthless will create disaster, chaos, and spread disease so as to feel good about nothingness.  I think this will only be getting worse until, or unless, the decision to repatriate, without doubts, reservations, qualifications, or anything else, is made and acted upon.  Even then, there will be many losses.

For now I will suffer through.  As weak as my system is, it is yet too strong to succumb.  Probably.  My friends were all ill as well.  None of us travel much, staying home more than not.  I wonder how many others, mostly young and old, who are going to have trouble.  Time will tell.  As our medical field is turning into a bureaucracy, I doubt if it cares.  The more who die, if more expensive in the short run, the cheaper in the long run.  Attacked, in every way, from every side, by one's own government, medical, academic, political, security, intelligence, and perhaps in time military.  They think you deserve it.  They need you to deserve it.  It'll prove them right.  And, as you already know, if you have debated the left, they are always right.  And the ends justify the means.  Now you will get a chance to understand that much more fully.

Good night.