The Tiger is Waiting

January. New western year.  Same shit. Sick once more. I am writing post fever while still gritting though blooms of joint and muscle pain erupting everywhere in  my body. Thanks to all non-compliant, reproachable, selfish, doorknob lickers out there, I most likely have contracted COVID-19-omicron. And I get a bonus extra special prize! I’m having …

Noticeable Improvement!

I was told- to my face- without any alternative tests being done, that all my results were bogus and that I could not possibly have brucellas abortus or Salmonella. Why?  Because. I. didn’t. look. sick.  I didn’t have a fever.  So what if my spleen was enlarged and my left kidney showed signs of infection, …