So Much For That

New Wife just came out from an Omigodicron episode.  As she described it:  “Three days of a bad flu”, and I knew she was better on Day 4 when she did the washing and ironing, and made me clean the kitchen floor and take out the trash.

Of course, she had the Covid vaccine in December (as did I), so there we go.

And despite us living together, sleeping together and all that stuff, I haven’t got sick (so far).


Update:  Just had a chat with Doc Russia.  Apparently he’s recently diagnosed scores of patients with Covid at his ER, but hasn’t had to admit a single one.

Quote Of The Day

Truthfully, it’s the newspaper article of the day:

Djokovic is the whipping boy for angry Australians who realise their two-year obsession with zero-Covid has done their country more harm than good but still can’t bring themselves to admit it.

In fact, it’s the Australian government who are the angry ones, because they’re the ones who panicked.

The most devastating thing for public health in Australia has been two years of some of the most draconian and ultimately failed lockdowns in the world, including the near total closure of the international borders, illegally banning citizens trapped overseas for much of that time.
Such a policy meant, until the inevitable Omicron outbreak, there was virtually no natural immunity, so Covid is now predictably ripping through society, as it was always going to.

Small wonder that the Aussie population is getting pissed off.  And there are elections looming…

Warning Signs

According to a host of doctors — i.e. real doctors treating actual patients, not charlatans in wizard hats preening in front of the media assholes — these are the ailments most associated with the flu-like Omigodicron virus:

  • Scratchy throat
  • Lower back pain
  • Runny nose/congestion
  • Headache
  • Fatigue
  • Sneezing
  • Night sweats
  • Body aches

As I said:  flu-like.

Now before anyone gets all panicky and starts fleeing to the hospital, let me stress that all the above are not mild symptoms (such as can be associated with the normal aches and pains of age, e.g. as experienced by me and my Readers — average age about 95).

No, we’re talking about the above as incapacitating symptoms:  “can’t get out of bed” fatigue, night sweats which drench the bedclothes for days on end, a scratchy throat which makes it difficult to swallow, body aches which render any kind of movement difficult if not almost impossible, etc.  In other words, extreme symptoms.  (Kinda like ordinary seasonal flu, but on Barry Bonds-level steroids.)

If you are experiencing (or in the current revolting medico-speak, “presenting with”) many or all of these symptoms, then yes, you may indeed have the Omigoditron bug, and you might want to seek medical assistance, especially if you’re being treated for the usual age-related ailments.  (If you’re a youngin in good health, take two aspirins and get on with your life.)

Remember, however, that Dr. Kim is not a real doctor, doesn’t even play one on TV like Ebenezer Fauci, and that all his “advice” should be taken with a metric tonne of salt.

But all that said (and the hospitalization/mortality numbers seem to bear me out), this Grandson of Wuflu does not seem to be that big a deal — more people are likely to die of influenza this winter than from any of the Covids, and most certainly more than from the new kid on the block.

YMMV, but I think the mild Omigodicron Covid variant is going to end up being the vaccine against itself, and life will soon be able to totter along on its normal uncertain path.

No Big Deal

Both New Wife and I got our second (“booster”) Covid jabs a couple weeks ago, and boy, how I suffered.

For the next two days, I couldn’t raise my left arm past shoulder height without it aching like a muscle pull.  Then on the third day, it rose again [sic]  without a problem.

In other words, I felt fine — not even mildly “off”, like I did with the first one the day after — and New Wife felt no side effects at all.

I honestly don’t see what all the fuss is about.

I do think that I’m growing a new head out my chest, though that may just be the gin talking.

Nothing New, Move Along

OMG here’s the latest Covid development:

You mean, like the flu shot I get every year?  Whoop-de-fucking-doo.

Let’s not even talk about the rampant government bureaucracy involved in having a “Vaccines Minister”… reminds me of all the busybody “czars” that our own gummint foists on us every time a Democrat occupies the White House.

Something Wrong

Down in Ozland, the Melbourne Cup Race is probably the only occasion where the entire country shuts down for the day.  It is one of the biggest horse racing events in the world — indeed perhaps one of the biggest sporting events, period.

So last weekend this monster took place Down Under in, as its name would suggest, in Melbourne, and here are a few pics of the festivities:

Anyone notice anything missing?

Face masks.

And lest we forget, this is the city which saw thuggish cops teargas old ladies, arrest people for walking in parks without a mask, check to see that people were locked up in their homes, and all the other WuFlu-related atrocities brought to them courtesy of the Victoria state government.

There was, however, this:

Punters at the track had to be fully vaccinated and they were separated into three zones which they were not allowed to leave.

Sort of house arrest at the track.

One might have expected at least some of the attendees to be wearing a face condom, but as far as I can see:  none.

I don’t know what this means, if anything, but it sure is interesting.