9)Try to avoid getting the common flu as this already weakens your system and try to avoid eating and drinking any cold things.
10) If you feel any discomfort in your throat or a sore throat coming on, attack it immediately by gargling with warm salt, vinegar or lemon water. The virus enters the system through the throat but will sit in the throat for 3-4 days before it passes into your lungs. Drink warm water to flush it into your stomach.
In addition …
Experts suggest doing this simple verification every morning: Breathe in deeply and hold your breath for 10 seconds. If this can be done without coughing, without difficulty, this shows that there is no fibrosis in the lungs, indicating the absence of infection. It is recommended to do this control every morning to help detect infection.
Dear Mr. Leavy:
This message is addressed to you as publisher and editor of The Brunswick News.
In the last twenty-four hours, Scott Morrison, the Prime Minister of Australia, announced that all public gatherings on that entire continent must be limited to no more than two people.
Let us remember that Australia was the setting for Nevil Shute’s 1957 novel “On the Beach” and Stanley Kramer’s 1959 film based on that novel about the last survivors of the human race waiting to die from the radioactive fallout of the nuclear war that killed everyone else around the world.
Nevil Shute took the title for his novel from T. S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men”: “In this last of meeting places/We grope together/And avoid speech/Gathered on the beach . . .”
Although our Glynn County Commissioners told us on March 20th that we can no longer go to the beach on Saint Simons Island and hide our heads in the sand, they did not restrict access to the public beach on Sea Island. In an email sent out yesterday, March 28th, and authorized by Scott Steilen, the President and CEO of the Sea Island Company, we learn that although “our local County Commission . . . ordered the beaches on St. Simons closed . . . that order did not apply to Sea Island’s beach . . . and we strongly encourage you to voluntarily comply with that order”.
The photograph above taken on the beach at Sea Island yesterday documents the poor level of voluntary compliance with that order and with the current national norms for “social distancing”
Having taken part as a Louisiana National Guardsman in the mass burial in a bulldozed trench of some of the hundreds of victims of Hurricane Audrey in 1957 (the same year “On the Beach” was published), I am struck by the ominous image below of the man looking toward a bulldozer. Is there any reason why you can’t publish this image in The Brunswick News?
If you don’t want to publish it as a newsworthy photograph, is there any reason why I cannot pay to have this image published in your newspaper as part of a Public Service Announcement about another kind of “social distancing”—the social distance between those who must follow the rules and those who seem to believe themselves above and beyond such rules?
Mary Clifton Horrigan is a resident in a home for the elderly whose managers had the clever notion to photograph the residents and send pictures to loved ones who can no longer visit.
For some time, I have been trying to promote the idea that if Democrats want to communicate with our audio-dependent friends, we have talk to them. Which is probably why an ad for a new radio “station” showed up in my Facebook Feed. It is a very pretty ad for “Up2Me” and is completely empty of information. That is, it does not even hint where the station is to be found, nor what it is about.
Copied from Facebook. I would only add that to counteract fever, wet stockings help to draw heat from the brain, where it is particularly destructive.
Primitives are primates whose predatory instincts predominate. They survive in the genome because social support allows them to thrive. In a sense, we keep them as pets to lavish with care. We give; they take. It’s mutually beneficial, until it gets out of hand.
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul
Hush, little children. You’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll