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When snot can become cement, closing or threatening to close everything off, it does get a bit... frightening. Tea doesn't help, not even by the gallon. Vodka only helps slightly. Sitting up, though especially laying down, sitting up only helps very marginally as the air flap back there seems gravity driven. While that doesn't make a difference to the cement-like mucus, gravity does help every so slightly in some mild way, to keep the flap down... or up... or whatever. Up, I think, if that also happens to be down... seen in the right way...
Getting to bed was made more difficult, and this was fear inducing. Once in bed, sleeping soundly was difficult. Between the clunky action of the snotted air passage flap, there was the fear it wouldn't open... or shut... and I'd have to fight for air. Never did. There were moments I had to try to swallow, blow, spit, or all in a succession of various options until it opened... or closed... worked as it was supposed to at that moment.
I am even struggling a bit this morning. This, by far, has been the most trying part of this illness. Now, I have some great doubt about a strain randomly generating out in the wild. It can happen, it doesn't do so for the five o'clock news... as this seems to have. No, this is a next gen virus, they had in stores in case the sheeple wouldn't buckle. They have more serious ones in store. Remember when Trump scrummed on coffvid? Or some such? Yes, they knew.
To get rid of the old, to tear down and rebuild various industries and possibly right to infrastructures. They are doing much. Good? To day planners, who don't believe or have a need of God? I suppose. Those who have not faith, have fear. Funny thing is, those who fear will always fear, no matter the need. So much so that they will create a greater need for fear than they initially had a real reason to fear in the first place. It will get interesting... if it isn't already.
The question isn't who will lead you, who will save you, who can help you. The question is, what can you do, how can you do it, how quickly can you be ready to do it, and... will you do it alone, if that is required. Do you feel lucky, Punk? I have limits. I am willing to push those. Further, I would honestly rather be a free man than a safe, secure, monetized, unit of Babylon. And, I will die to be so. Remain so? It... hasn't been tested... quite yet.
We will see. A few ibuprofen to kick off the day. Oh... I am even more certain this is china flu now. The ladies (cats) have it. The cutest damn little sneezes you ever heard. If the accidental gas after is a bit heady. :p I worry about Sam, but she seems to be doing better with it than Sassy. We'll see. I think we will make it. But, yes, that it jumped species has me more concerned... if more for the rabbits. Ugh. Ducks? I... don't think so. I sure hope not. But these Virologists can be some nasty people, with no care or worry, if allowed by world governments and major corporations. Hell, they put murdered baby bits in vaccines, and got this pope to sign off on it. Hell, if you find yourself in it? Don't stop. You are in the wrong place. This is looking more and more like hell every day.
Well... Now to wake and get started? Yea. Too late to make a call. But maybe I could do some cleaning? Trim whiskers? Shower? Wash dishes, laundry? I... must try. I feel like hell this morning... morning to me... but... that isn't always a point. Feelings, of emotion or body, can't be allowed to rule the day. There are limits, but... there should be limits in all ways. As mentioned, when in hell, keep going. Good afternoon, and day.
