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In other words, as a prophylaxis, Paxlovid is just as good as a placebo.

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Today is the international CFS/M.E awareness day. Long-covids older and uglier step sister. Something I am intimately familiar with. Something otherwise not spoken of.

Here is my poem.

THE WAR WITHIN

I used to be a soldier and so proud I was to serve. Active strong and healthy, with an impressive and steady nerve.

I always aspired to take a step and go further than the rest. Beyond fatigue, aches and pains, to be the very best.

As a younger man I dreamed big and was proactive when I played. Hoping in my older years my dedication paid.

And then one somber month alone I began to feel unwell. But the warrior inside of me would never ever tell.

So I fought and fought the hardest battle I would ever have to fight. But this battle was different and could not be beat by might.

The more I fought the more I tired and down and down I went. Even then I fought some more until all I had was spent.

That month turned to two, then three and four to five. Until I was too tired to fight anymore, I barely felt alive.

It doesn't matter how tought you are, M.E. don't give a damn. The harder you try to fight it, the more it'll drag you down.

Life has changed a lot these days, my dreams no longer bold. No more aspirations to scale mountains in search of Aztec gold.

Holding down a part time job it seems is challenging enough. ‘cause M.E. is my full time now and the pay is kind of rough.

So struggling financially with a massive loss of pride. If only there was a way off of this retched hellbent ride.

Some confidence, pride and security, just to walk the local hills. To eat a spicy curry, to enjoy some simple thrills!

To earn a buck, leave my mark and have some dignity. This is what CFS/M.E awareness has come to mean for me.

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