I noticed Saturday evening that I had developed a sore throat. As previously mentioned, I don’t usually get sick. But I have no been on the road for a month, mingling with different people in different environs. Anyone is bound to come down with something.
So Saturday night as I was headed to bed, the hypochondriac in me had become convinced that I was not long for this world. The pain was intense. Was it strep? No one around here has that. Was it an esophageal tumor? I have a vivid imagination.
Whatever it was isn’t important now because it is gone. In fact I woke up Sunday morning feeling great. This time I took ivermectin pills. That’s a first for me. I usually take the 1% injectable solution but my wife had brought a supply of the pills with us. I did notice this… With the pills I have not had the vision halo that I have with the solution.
Every time I take this stuff I ask myself what else they’ve kept from us. I remind myself why I no longer trust doctors. I thank God for His Providence such that a fungus from atop a mushroom can cure so many ills.
Strange times we live in.
God be praised!
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