Feb 17, 2014
At 8pm 2/16/14 I started my quest to kill this insidious virus that has been running free since 1974-75 busily turning my health blood infused liver into a solid chunk of overdried pemmican where blood flow is suppressed and fibrous bridges and walls impede the journey of cleansing toxins from my body. I picture something like the mucinex commercial where the virus are all sitting around playing cards and smoking cigars in their foul smelling cavernous home when suddenly, tonight a vaguely noxious canister of death was released into their den. I see them stopping, feeling something isn't quite right as they stare at each other. Well, you little bastards,something isn't quite right for you any longer. I am stopping your breeding program as of tonight and soon you are going to be on the run.
Although I was expecting something awful to happen to me, perhaps instant flu, the war has started tamely enough with no ill effects. The shot was surprisingly easy after the dire warnings from my nurse contact that I needed in person schooling. Honestly, it couldn't have been simpler. I know it takes two weeks to become fully loaded with the antiviral stew of medicines, but so far, so good. I'm excited that I can win this battle.