The story I never thought I’d tell. I don’t know what Covid was or what it wasn’t. Truth be told, none of us do. From my own experience, I know that it wasn’t the flu.
When several people posted the following to X, I decided to tell my story:
In the beginning, it wasn’t that I didn’t necessarily believe in Covid. It’s that I didn’t believe in the reaction. It was like a bad movie and everyone around me suddenly turned…stupid. We were aware of Bird Flu and Swine Flu and dismissed them as not too concerning to the healthy population. When our daughter was younger, she was diagnosed with Swine Flu and missed out on Halloween. She may have had a slight fever and felt worn out like any other flu, but I never felt the need to take her to the hospital or to give her any special medical treatment. She recovered, had a cool story to tell, and life went on.
When the mysterious Patient Zero landed in California and the media stories started, I dismissed it just as I had every other mystery flu. Soon the addition of the dramatic red death counters on every news channel irritated me. Watching videos of Chinese citizens dropping dead on the sidewalk seemed a little extreme. Why weren’t local stations broadcasting videos of Chicagoans dropping dead on the sidewalk? As I walked into the grocery store and saw faces covered with masks, I started to wonder if I was the only sane person left in Illinois.
What started out slowly, soon caught fire as the power-hungry liberal Governor of Illinois turned us into a Gestapo state. While on my morning walk, I watched people jogging or riding their bikes past me with masks on their faces. I stared at them in disbelief. What the hell was happening? Restaurants were forced to shut down and indoor dining was forbidden. You could get a Big Mac and fries from the McDonald’s drive-thru but there was no way you could sit down for a healthy salad at Turtle’s Tap.
I hated wearing masks and fought it every chance I could. It was a weird reaction for me and caused me such anxiety and claustrophobia, I felt like I was going to suffocate – or suffer a full-blown panic attack. There were instances when I was forced to wear a mask. As much as I wanted to argue that this went against my Constitutional Rights, if I was going to get on an airplane, I had to comply. My rights were stripped of me, but I was in no position to go to jail over it. The mask enraged me. It went against everything I believed in and caused a physical reaction that I couldn’t explain.
When I was forced to forego my beliefs and wear a mask, I was irate and rushed through whatever I was doing. How could anyone believe this thing over my face was going to prevent illness? I’m sure the rage in my eyes served as a deterrent to anyone contemplating telling me to pull the mask over my nose. I quit going anywhere because it became a genuine concern that I would be arrested for punching some overly righteous Covid-scared woman. I decided that if I were going to be forced to wear it, I would wear one with a message. Unfortunately, I’m not sure anyone caught the hypocrisy of me wearing a ‘We The People’ mask.
In the early days of the pandemic, we had to fly from Illinois to Texas. The rage I felt at the flight attendant telling me to put the mask over my nose was more than I could handle. It took everything in me to remain calm. I’m not a fan of attention and really didn’t want to be escorted off the plane by Air Marshals. Once we landed, we were happy to be in Texas for a short time because it felt a little more free than Illinois. We could get around without wearing a mask while ignoring the comments or nasty looks.
The common-sense meter hadn’t sunk in with the rest of the population who didn’t see the stupidity in wearing a mask through the airport, only to remove it at the airport bar while enjoying your beer. Since it was acceptable to sit without a mask, we found a table, took the masks off, and enjoyed the oxygen for a few minutes. We sat at a small round table in front of a closed restaurant and drank our water, maskless. After a while I noticed a man walk past us, more than once, glaring at us from over his mask. The anger that I felt radiating from him concerned me and I mentioned it to my husband. The guy made me uneasy. Most of his face was covered by a mask, but his evil, steely eyes looked right through us. To this day, that guy sticks in my mind.
We were back in Chicago for just three days when my husband got sick. We are healthy people. We’re lucky that we don’t have issues with cholesterol or high blood pressure and we don’t take any prescribed medication. We’re not overweight (okay, so we could lose a couple of pounds). We’re fairly active and quit smoking over 15 years ago. My husband never gets sick and rarely ever missed work due to illness.
Upon our return from Texas, my husband called in sick to work for two days in a row. Since he never missed work, I was a little concerned. He went back to work on a Friday, but still wasn’t feeling well. By the time he got home from work that day, I too was feeling ill. I was convinced it was just a sinus infection. When he woke up Saturday morning, his fever was 103.5, and he told me he wanted to go to the doctor. In our 20+ years together, I’ve never heard him say that. We had been doing everything we could to avoid doctors because we didn’t want to take a Covid test. By this time, it was obvious that every illness was considered Covid. We worried about the accuracy of the tests and didn’t want to be forced to quarantine because of a false diagnosis. We were not vaccinated and had no intention of being vaccinated so we didn’t want to be subjected to the vaccination lecture.
We went to the local Quick Care and were taken into separate rooms. The nurse practitioner was someone I knew so I explained that I did not want a Covid test and she was fine with that. She prescribed Augmentin for a sinus infection and sent me on my way. My husband was also given Augmentin, but he took the Covid test. It wasn’t a rapid test so he was supposed to get the results back in a couple of days.
By the time Monday rolled around, I didn’t need the doctor’s office to call us back. We were both sick in a way that neither of us had ever been sick before. Before I get to the drama of our illness, let me remind you of something I mentioned earlier. Remember the angry guy at the airport? I’ve always wondered if that guy had anything to do with us getting so sick. I know that sounds like the most tin-foil hat conspiracy craziness a person can believe but the feeling I had about that guy and the timing of us getting so sick just three days later was a strange coincidence. Why wasn’t there a news story reporting that every person on a flight from Houston to Chicago was infected with Covid? Come to think of it, why weren’t there any stories of planes full of people infected with Covid at any time? It wasn’t because of a cotton or paper mask and the fact that people actually believed that bullshit infuriates me to this day.
There was a beautiful, healthy 20-something-year old member of our family who was one of the first people we knew to get sick from Covid. She was married with two children. Neither her husband or her children got sick. At this time, I will still on the fence about Covid. Was it just the flu? She’s a Conservative woman who probably felt the same way we did about the pandemic story. She was so sick that I heard she contemplated going into the backyard and shooting herself. I thought that was a little dramatic but I didn’t understand the seriousness of her illness. After my own bout with Covid, I completely understand why she said that. I too wanted to kill myself when I was sick.
This is something that I’ve always wondered. Why did she get so sick, but no one else in her family did? In another instance, two young, healthy adults living in a two-bedroom apartment, both vaccinated, one gets deathly ill, the other doesn’t. Our 80+ year old parents were vaccinated. None of them got sick – from Covid or the shot. Both my husband and I are not vaccinated and got incredibly sick, and it’s not because we aren’t vaccinated. There are too many stories of people who were vaccinated who also got sick. What was the common denominator between who got sick and who didn’t?
My husband’s illness started with a 103.5 fever. Mine started with a wicked headache behind my eyes, and pressure in my chest. There was a weird thing going on where everything smelled burnt. It was a constant sense of burning in the back of my nose and throat. Little did I know at that time that I would lose my sense of smell for six months. Some people lose their sense of taste and smell often when they get sick. This is not something that has ever happened to me. For months after my Covid illness, I couldn’t walk past a Bath and Body Works without smelling the candles to see if my sense of smell returned. Almost four years later, some things still smell odd to me. What the hell is that?
In the beginning I remember feeling really bad but not nearly as bad as the media was making it out to be. That changed quickly. In early 2018, my husband and I would attend what we called “Q Meetups.” It started out with a small group of people trying to decipher and understand the Q drops and what was happening in our country. That little group kept growing and growing. By the time Covid hit, there were so many of us someone had to rent a banquet room at a local hotel to accommodate all of us.
There was a woman who came to many of those meetups who was a well-known figure in the Q community in Chicago. Her name was Veronica Wolski and she created huge banners that she hung over the Kennedy Expressway. She was a special woman who was waking the citizens of Chicago up, one car at a time. She was a Patriot, a supporter of law enforcement and President Trump, and she was making a difference. Veronica was diagnosed with Covid and ended up in the hospital. Her supporters and friends were trying to raise awareness of what was happening to her. According to the media, the hospital was denying her Ivermectin, and her supporters and friends (including General Mike Flynn and Lin Wood) were trying to raise awareness of her condition. Veronica died in the hospital while my husband and I were in the midst of our own Covid illness.
Veronica’s death filled the local Chicago media. Her death gave them an excuse to vilify us crazy Q-Anon followers and our anti-mask, anti-vaccine beliefs. The media wasn’t helping. When someone you know died from the same illness you’re currently suffering from, it’s kind of scary. Lying on the couch with a wicked headache, raging fever, trying just to breathe, it made me rethink my beliefs.
Every day I struggled to convince myself that my husband and I weren’t dying. It wasn’t easy. When I was in my early 20s, I had my first bout with Chicken Pox. That was a horrible illness and up until Covid, that was the most serious illness I had ever suffered. Never once did I contemplate death from Chicken Pox. Our Covid illness was so severe that I became increasingly concerned that my husband and I were in a very serious predicament. We were mid to late 50s and healthy. How the hell were elderly, unhealthy people dealing with this crazy illness?
Our children had already moved out of state by the time we got sick. We had two couches in our home and each of us grabbed a couch and would sneak glances at the other to make sure we were still breathing. It was seriously that bad. The pounding in my head was not something I’ve ever experienced before or since. It felt as though someone struck me with an axe right down the center of my scalp. The pain in my chest was sometimes unbearable and it scared me when I couldn’t take a deep breath. My anxiety was like nothing I’ve ever felt.
The weakness I felt is almost indescribable. The morning would start with a prayer that this day would be better. It never was. Literally crawling down the stairs, terrified I would black out and fall, all I could do was make it to the couch to lay down and catch my breath. After hours of trying to gain enough strength, I would climb back up the stairs, crawl into bed and lay there trying to breathe. When I felt strong enough, I would make it to the shower where I would have to sit to shower so I wouldn’t pass out. Dripping wet, I would partly jog and walk to the bed to lay down, praying that I wouldn’t pass out before I made it there. Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, was a chore that took hours to recuperate from. I kept hoping that one day I would feel better after the shower. That didn’t happen.
Our lack of energy was hard to explain. Breathing took so much effort. My sister-in-law knew of others who had been sick like we were so she brought groceries and vitamins and left them at the front door. She checked on us several times a day. When I finally got the energy to track down an online doctor who was prescribing Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine, we were given a prescription for both. Little did I know that our next hurdle would be finding a pharmacy in Illinois who would fill it. The pharmacist at our local Jewel-Osco, (owned by Alberton’s in Minooka, Illinois -- I might as well call the bastards out) refused to fill the prescriptions. There are many stories like this I know, but when it happens to you, it’s hard to believe. Since when did the pharmacist who used to flavor my infants’ antibiotics become more knowledgeable than the doctor? Who the hell was he to refuse to fill a prescription? Looking back on that now, it reminds me how important it is that pharmacies and pharmacists who refused to fill medications prescribed by doctors are brought to justice, or at least lose their license. Of course, at this point I’d be happy if anyone was brought to justice for anything.
The local Walgreens claimed to be out of the medicine. We were too exhausted to try to track the drugs down. My 80-year-old mother started calling around to Illinois pharmacies and finally found one who would fill the prescription. For whatever reason, the pharmacy would only fill the prescription for one of us. Who knows what the logic was behind that. Since my husband is older than I am, I asked that they fill his prescription. We were trying vitamins, inhalers, and nebulizers. We were ready for ivermectin paste, although I knew there was no one I could ask to walk into a pet store and purchase ‘Horse Paste’ for us. Remember too that this was Illinois and I doubt you could get Ivermectin at a pet store without bringing your sick horse with you.
The medicine my husband was taking didn’t react as quickly as we hoped. I was feeling worse every day. Of course I wanted to avoid the hospital at all costs. The horror stories of ventilators and Remdesivir, and the passing of Veronica Wolski, were all a huge deterrent. For the first time in my life, I was actually feeling my mortality. The realization hit me one morning that after almost two weeks of illness, we weren’t getting any better.
One morning, after crawling down the stairs after my shower, I sat on the couch opposite my husband and told him I was going to call an ambulance. I haven’t been a Normie since President Trump came down the escalator. I knew the risks of going to the hospital but felt we had no other options. He did not want to call an ambulance and said he would drive us. My fear was that we were so weak, we weren’t going to make it to the hospital. After pleading with him, I called 911. We knew we would refuse any outrageous treatments (ventilators, Remdesivir), but I’ve never been so scared that something was seriously wrong.
I am not one prone to drama. I do not get sick. I’ve never called 911 or asked for an ambulance in my life. Being the conspiracy theorist I am, I was well aware of the dangers of the medical profession at that time and I knew the risk of going to the hospital. I felt we had no choice. It had gotten to the point that I wasn’t sure the elephant on my chest and the axe in my head were ever going to leave my body.
We were told to wait outside for the paramedics. When they arrived, they took our vitals and one of the EMT’s asked if I knew I had a fever of 104. I did not. While they were helping us, I apologized for not being vaccinated. At that point in my illness I felt that I would not have wished this illness on my worst enemy. (When I first thought that, I had never had a “worst enemy.” It wasn’t until after our Covid illness that a couple of Marxists set out to try to destroy our lives that I gained my first enemies. I’ve changed my mind and ever since then have wished that they would suffer a more severe level of Covid than we had.)
This young EMT was trying to help me and I didn’t want him to get sick from a choice that I had made. He was so sweet and his response gave me the impression that he didn’t trust the vaccines either. Once in the ambulance I was given oxygen and finally felt a sense of relief. I drifted in and out of consciousness during the ambulance ride. Once at the hospital my husband was taken to one room, and I another. It was immediately clear that we were in the right place. This was Morris Hospital in Grundy County, Illinois. It was comforting to realize that we were probably not in a hospital with dancing nurses on TikTok. They didn’t care that we weren’t vaccinated and they didn’t judge us for our decision.
Our experiences at the hospital were both good, but different. When my husband told his ER doctor that he was taking Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine she told him she supported that treatment. There isn’t much I remember. It was difficult to stay awake and I kept drifting off to sleep. I remember being taken for chest x-rays and a CT scan. At one point I woke up and my husband was in the room with me. It was at that moment that a nurse came practically skipping into the room to tell me that I had the best doctor. He had prescribed “an adult male dose of Fentanyl” for me. Her joy was contagious so I said, “Oh great! Wait…is that okay…” before I passed out again. Apparently, it was because I slept, the headache got better and although I didn’t feel great, I was definitely relieved that I’d made the decision to go to the hospital. And that I didn’t die of a Fentanyl overdose.
Thankfully, we were not admitted. We were given a variety of prescriptions and it was recommended that I return to the hospital in a couple of days for a treatment of monoclonal antibodies. Although I still have no idea what monoclonal antibodies are, I agreed. Looking back, I don’t know if that was the right decision or not. After receiving that treatment, I started to feel better a few days later. However, it still took months before I felt back to normal.
When I read someone on social media saying that there was no such thing as Covid, or it was completely generated by the media, or “it’s just the flu,” I’m so disappointed. We all suffer from that feeling of believing something is true deep in our gut when in reality, we probably don’t. My Covid story is the perfect example of, walk a mile in my shoes. If I hadn’t seriously thought that my husband and I were going to die from this mystery illness, I too would most likely still be calling Covid, ‘the flu.’ I’m not naïve and I know that treatments were given at hospitals that probably shouldn’t have been, or that flu numbers were included in Covid numbers, or that death by gunshot wound was considered a Covid death. But I’ll never discredit anyone who expresses fear of it. I’m sure people who were skeptical of it before they saw what we went through were more concerned about their own health after seeing us. They may have taken the Covid scare a little more seriously. If it could happen to us – healthy, young(ish), no comorbidities, no reason at all for us to get so sick, then it could happen to anyone. Covid doesn’t scare me. After what it put me through, I believe I have the best acquired immunity a person could have. No matter what comes from the Covid story, I will never believe that the vaccines - or masks - made any difference.
Ezra A. Cohen posted the following to X in response to the recent lab leak story:
Covid was something. It wasn’t a figment of our imagination. What does he know when he says that the CCP took steps to intentionally spread it? How was that accomplished? Could it have been something intentionally spread by say…someone walking through an airport?
Like so many other things in our lives, this is something that we need disclosure on. People really did die. People were negatively affected in so many ways. Lost jobs, forced vaccinations, lost businesses, educations interrupted. Why did some people get so sick, and others only got a slight cold? Why did some people not get sick at all? We haven’t heard the Covid story yet, but I hope it’s coming. If it was a worldwide leak, the theory I laid out in Global Justice may come to fruition. I hope it does.
To sum up My Covid Story…it wasn’t the flu.
Why do some people feel the need to make a case for Covid because they got sick around the time of Covid? I too got sick (and I never get sick) around the time of Covid. But the politicization of Covid, the claim that it's a bioweapon or that the jabs are a bioweapon along with all of the bizarre circumstances during what was clearly a psyop put Covid itself in serious question. All sickness starts first with some sickness of the soul, and certainly the power of the beings animating these human bodies is mostly dormant - until it's not. Psychosomatic illness? The real trick has been convincing spiritual beings that they were human. After that the big sales pitch was that said beings were also not in control of the body. By the time you get eternal beings worrying about bodies you've really got a controlled society rolling. So it's many steps down the stairs to the basement so to speak before the real life force of this civilization starts running from 'germs' much less 'viruses'.
Instead of arriving at a place where 'another disease' has been confirmed and we know dang sure when we get it (like the measles) Covid remains a mysterious disease that you can only get if confirmed by a miscalibrated PCR test with the inventor of the PCR test (now conveniently dead) on record saying not to use the test they way they are using it. So flu-like symptoms with no way to truly determine if you have it combined with a radical (even insane) political agenda and outrageous psyop all connected. Scanning the entire thing at 35,000 feet I'd say it does not matter whether Covid exists or not - the symptoms yield to a number of protocols and the people supporting Covid as a new normal ushering in a new world order have become slaves to full-on death cult. My way of thumbing my nose at that cult is to tell them that Covid ain't real, viruses ain't real and your 'science' has been commandeered for political purposes and is now trying to kill us all - not with Covid, but with everything else. That's about all I need to know about the crowd pushing Covid. Now if it's real thing that needs isolation and proving and identification fine - but I don't hope for such a thing from such a compromised group. So no, no Covid for me, and the people who to this day are completely compromised (and fully outed) since Covid stand as my enemies. They want a world I don't want. They want a lot horrific things no sane human should want. And given that waving the Covid flag is founding principle one in the outing of their movement I'll continue to burn that flag and mock them. As for you and your anecdotal experience and me and my anecdotal experience of sickness, I'm happy to chalk those up to a failed murder attempt by the controllers of this civilization cause unknown, until such time as true scientists, minds free from the scourge of religious thinking, declare it one way or another.
Thank you for sharing this story. It reminded me of a lot of my experiences from late November 2019 illness, & feeling sick for all of December. I feel fortunate I went to my Doctor before COVID was considered on the shores of the US, and was given an antibiotic. I know if this happened in April or later they would have treated differently. The doctor later pushed me to take the jab, which I vehemently refused. I had many similar experiences to what you described from 2020-2022.