> “If I catch COVID, there is zero chance I will die.” So I told my father a few weeks ago while discussing the never-ending government restrictions and my unwillingness to take the experimental COVID vaccine against a petty corona virus. > Then earlier this month I caught the trendy virus. Secretly, I had some angst that somehow karma would hit me and send me to the hospital, mostly dreading the “I told you so” scolding of the vaccine bullies. > But just as I suspected, my sickness was easily managed, and the symptoms were those of a mild-to-moderate flu. For two days, all I wanted to do was sleep, and I barfed once a morning for two days. Beyond that, I had a headache one day and a queasy feeling and poor appetite for four days. My taste was out of whack for ten days, and my sense of smell remains slightly reduced after more than two weeks. > I have lived through far, far worse flus in my life. Had my son not first tested positive for COVID at school, I never would have gotten tested myself. Had there been no orchestrated COVID hysteria, I would never even remember this illness. Working from home, I did not miss a day of work. > All but one family member also caught the virus, some with worse symptoms, some milder. We all recovered with only the usual home flu remedies.