The Last San Franciscan Covid Hermit Is… Positive

To celebrate my return from vacation, here’s the heartwarming tale of a bunkered-up Covidian taking his first, halting steps out of Vault-Tec’s Gay Area bunker… and straight into “It’s-Everybody-Else’s-Fault-That-I-Got” Covid.

And then, Gandhi tried to kill him by prioritizing OTHER peoples’ health!

Omicron finally got me after two years of being a COVID hermit. Then, doctors made it worse

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By Matthew Fleischer, 4 September 2022

Enjoy the suffering of a whiny git who deserves it! It was a dark and stormy night…

It was a hot, humid night — almost 90 degrees — but my body was freezing. Putting on a sweatshirt and diving under a blanket couldn’t warm me up. My head, on the other hand, was on fire. I had a temperature over 100 degrees and needed ice packs piled on my forehead to cool down. The coughing wouldn’t stop.

I didn’t need a test to tell me that I had finally caught COVID.

For more than two years I basically lived like a hermit to avoid just this scenario. Sure, after getting vaxxed and boosted I didn’t think COVID would kill me. But I don’t exactly have a gold medal immune system; even a common cold gives me a rough time. I imagined COVID would lay me out with symptoms that could drag on for weeks or possibly months.

Or possibly, for more than two years?

So I stayed away from the office, indoor gatherings and restaurants. The gym? No thanks. Fifteen extra pounds was worth it to avoid getting sick.

“I refuse to exercise in order to stay healthy. Meanwhile, I don’t exactly have a gold medal immune system. Must be genetic.”

But this summer was my sister’s 40th birthday. She and the rest of my family live on the East Coast and were throwing a big party. So I decided to leave my cave and fly to see them.

Sure enough, someone else showed up to the festivities quietly sucking cough drops, assuring anyone who asked that her unusually nasal intonation was just a cold.

It wasn’t. And I was dumb enough to sit right next to her.

This doesn’t compute. A guy deathly afraid of getting sick, after two years of isolation which causes the body to lose immunity just by not being current, jumps on a coast-to-coast flight to a big party, sits next to somebody who even says she’s sick, and keeps sitting next to her, and is upset that he proceeded to get sick in turn.

I could have credited the guy with courage if he’d simply decided to get da ‘Rona and get it over with. Instead, I think the Unabomber is right: part of Leftist love for being a victim is simply because they hate themselves so much, that deep down, they believe they SHOULD be treated like dirt.

Me, I would have changed seats. Strike that. I would have simply not gone to New York City in the first place. He didn’t say it was NYC, but it was NYC.

As soon as the first symptoms hit, I knew I was in trouble.

But but but the vaxx is SAFE and EFFECTIVE!

So I decided to do my damnedest to get a prescription for Paxlovid, the antiviral drug cocktail that can prevent the coronavirus from replicating in your body during the early stages of infection. I wasn’t technically eligible because I’m under 65 without any serious comorbidities. But having chills, a brutal cough and a sky-high fever had to count for something, right?

What part of “not technically eligible” was hard to understand? Face it, Matthew, Donald Trump deserved Paxlovid and you didn’t. Being POTUS had to count for something, right?

Apparently not.

Local pharmacists wouldn’t have anything to do with me. Neither would urgent care. I called my health care provider back in San Francisco for a prescription, but it too told me I wasn’t eligible for Paxlovid and had to rest and ride it out.

So ride it out I did for the next 12 days coughing, sweating, snotting and sleeping up to 16 hours a day. Instead of spending time with my family, I had to avoid them at all costs to keep them from getting sick — other than to beg for food and supplies; there are no delivery services in the rural community they live.

“I avoided my family for two years. But when I finally came out, I didn’t get to spend time with them because Fauci didn’t give me the medicine that wasn’t permitted to me. It was so bad, I had to trust my family to feed me!”

After a wasted vacation, a changed flight and a few extra sick days, I finally got home a couple of weeks ago.

That same day, my partner started showing symptoms of COVID.

But but but the vaxx is SAFE and EFFECTIVE!

She too was ineligible for Paxlovid and spent the next 10 days hacking away in isolated misery. She just finally tested negative, but neither of us are back even close to full speed. A mildly hilly walk in Golden Gate Park the other day had me huffing like I just ran a marathon. I was in bed by 8:30 that night.

“Unggh… chest pains… never had then before the jibby-jab… must… get boosted again… before it’s too late… why can’t I breathe anymore?!”

I don’t know for sure which variant laid us out, but, based on infection data, it was almost certainly BA.5. Now, as BA.4.6 gains ground — and future variants follow — are we going to have to go through all this again if we want to live freely like we did before the pandemic? Because I don’t have the sick days or the stomach for that. And I can’t be the only one.

Oh, too bad. The State uses subscription medicine now. You pay to get sick and stay sick, and when you can’t pay anymore, you die.

I’m hopeful the new omicron booster can break this cycle. But what if it doesn’t?

QED.

This begs the question: if an antiviral drug like Paxlovid exists that could potentially ease people’s COVID symptoms by preventing the virus from replicating in our bodies before it spreads, why are we being so precious about who we give it to? A pharmacist in Canada recently refused to fill a Paxlovid prescription for a 20-year-old with Down syndrome and a history of respiratory infections. How is that sensible public health policy?

Is that a trick question? The chronically sick should be abandoned to die, especially when they could be saved via expensive and limited medical treatments. That’s not MY opinion, mind… that’s what happens in every single socialized medical system, every single time, and the author of this is a coastal Elite big-time Marxist journo who brags about being anti-cop. No way did he NOT want a socialized medical system!

I asked UCSF infectious disease specialist Monica Gandhi why those of not wanting to feel like garbage for weeks at a time, and who need to work or see vulnerable family members, can’t get easy access to the drug? We give antivirals widely to ease flu symptoms, why not COVID?

She replied that Paxlovid is currently being used to prevent death and hospitalizations, and that studies of people in my age range have shown no discernible benefits in this regard to taking the drug.

“We’re reserving it to actually save lives.”

“But I feel like garbage! That’s got to count for something! I also have Gandhi’s phone number! That counts, too!”

My read on this is that even as public health guidance is evolving to tell us COVID is now endemic and we can start getting back to normal, in many unhelpful ways it still treats the virus like a deadly disease.

We can’t have it both ways.

Agreed and fortunately, Chinkypox is not a deadly disease. We now have three years of data that would be reliable if the government hadn’t falsified it at every step and lied at every opportunity. News flash: the mortality rate of Covid is considerably lower than “world-ender”.

It’s not even “immunocompromised Matthew-ender” despite his best efforts.

What happens then if the omicron booster shots prove ineffective at preventing breakthrough infections like the one that waylaid me? Are we willing to let perpetual sickness be the cost of normalcy?

Are we willing to be ruled by self-righteous priggy germaphobes with no sense of cause & effect?

Based on America’s COVID response thus far, I’m fairly certain the answer to that is yes — unless folks start agitating.

I concur. Alas.

Are we going to rely on insurance company actuaries and the power of positive thinking to guide us back to normal, with all the attendant consequences? Or are we going to insist that public health officials study all tools in the arsenal that could get us there with as little misery as possible?

A smarter man would be wondering if all those SAFE AND EFFECTIVE vaxx boosters he got were safe, now that they’ve been proven ineffective, rather than demanding !science! cram ever more gene-juice goop into him until… I dunno… he transcends the limits of flesh and becomes like unto a god. Or something:

Yeah, I admit that’s one way to get closer to God.

Meanwhile, those actuaries were screaming about massive spikes in death rates until Matthew’s friends silenced them for misinformation. “Are we going to rely on positive thinking and the people whose profession is connecting statistics to causation to tell us what’s going on?”

How are they this stupid? Serious question. They jab themselves MORE the LESS they see the jabs working, simultaneously sneering at the doubters who somehow appear healthy while triple-masking, quadruple-boosting and climbing over their dead to silence medical concerns about myocarditis.

I cannot imagine how fucked-up in the head these people are. I’ve tried. The best I can imagine is that like a Red Guard on the Interstate, they will either betray every act of charity they’re shown, or suicide themselves in such a way that their last words are claiming to be the victim they aren’t.