Wife Made It Home From Kaiser

However, the Hotel California aspect never fades

I am still processing Sunday morning to Thursday evening in San Francisco by the Sea in time of Plague. A head cold became pneumonia and a home Covid test by her daughter throws my wife into the kinder and genteel professional hands of technicians, doctors, non-medical staff, and nurses. All thanks to the daughter-in-law, her husband, the fuzz and the paramedics extorting consent my wife is imprisoned and fed dangerous drugs and grew sicker and not better.

I prevailed with luck, and steady determination that a head cold turning at age 80 into pneumonia in a cold studio apartment in San Francisco was not the Plague.

We are home. At the last minute a snafu arose and no discharge without vaccinated driver that was a community member (not community vehicle) due to Covid transmission concerns. I became highly paranoid. I refuse the communion wafer and my wife had no choice. Until this moment my sole concern was getting her home. Now I may be doomed to see my wife medically kidnapped for an unknown span. Will I be able to bring her home? At 3:30 PM I finally speak to the doctor and we agree I am safe from Covid and coming in the bldg to her apartment is safe. Just no uber lyft or cab. I find a dear friend and the luck holds and at 6:30 PM we are home.

Die Wende, but this “Turning” is Covid and not a Cold War close out sale. Thanks to consistent communication I had to use pay phones Monday to communicate until on Tuesday I obtained a burner cell. A friend says treat this as trauma. And it is. And it sets itself in the foreground of a larger trauma. We find that freedom without God is very unfree indeed. I think for me I lost God by age 8 in 1965. Lost is a funny word though. More accurate to say I went with the secular intellectual stream. Framed in this way 1965 to 2022 is 57 years of life in the secularizing progressive Western World. A world with evil goods. Medicine that is sickening and health care that is harm induction.

I read a lot, mostly to learn something of use, and since discovering Illich in the 70’s and quite a few others have had a life alongside the mainstream. This has proven useful but renumerative not so much. Unless looked at from inside looking out.

I have my soul. Ain’t got no money.