My dearest frens,
I hope this correspondence finds you all in good health.
It is with heavy heart that I take up my pen, for I must inform you of the COVID-19 virus outbreak in my recovery community. Several days have passed since the first case was reported and though no lives hath it taken as of yet, it is with a level of anxiety with which you would not believe that I await my own turn to be confronted with this terrible affliction.
My anxiety is further advanced knowing that several men and women here have reported contracting the disease several times despite receiving several doses of the vaccination. If even they were not spared by the wrath then what hope do I, a man without vax a one, have against this living terror?
Our group sessions have been utterly decimated and while I pity those who have been temporarily cut down, I also fear them. It will calm your heart to know that the center has been fortified with masks available to any and all who wish to wear them, though only one man out of the 17 of us remaining has chosen to do so.
T'were it not for our leadership being based af, I believe there is no doubt that our entire community would be rank with fear: "I don't believe the government's propaganda," one leader stated a fortnight ago and oh how those words steeled my soul for the battle ahead.
For those of us still holding out against all odds, know that our days are made a little merrier by the memes which I bring to the group from here and from 4chan. Sometimes I feel...humor really is the best medicine right now.
I will keep you abreast of our situation here. But if you do not hear from me in the coming days, it would be safe to expect the worst: I myself may be afflicted and you might have to wait a few more days until I am feeling better and up to the task of writing.
Sincerely yours,
Johnadiah M. Cheese
When I was on a pro racing team I learned that a shot of Tequila kills food poisening. I hope this helps.
Ewwww I want to vomit thinking of taking a shot of tequila
I was dying on the wrong floor of a hotel. Another race team found me and pulled me into their room. I had been puking all day. I thought they were crazy when they poured me a shot. It saved my life. In 20 minutes I started to recover and they gave me water. I was warned when we left Denver to not eat anything at the track that is not pre-cooked. I had a burger that day. Oops!
Thank you for the story! Wow!