A Funny Thing Happened to Me on the Way to the Hospital

All I wanted were some antibiotics, and how my unexpected medical emergency proved my point about Covid.

(Disclaimer: please excuse any grammatical errors and such… I’m a few hours post-surgery)

I was suffering weird symptoms down my right leg and hip bone for the last month, and then a week and a half ago, a growing pain in my right abdomen and swelling developed; I thought it was unrelated. When I went out to dinner, my dear friend Johanna pointed out that she thought my abdomen symptoms sounded like appendicitis.

That was Thursday night.

However, when I researched all the symptoms of appendicitis, I had very few. That was until I came across a term called “confined appendicitis” that seemed to match my symptoms more accurately.

I thought that since I had "confined" appendicitis for nine days, it must be a low-grade infection. After calling out to my dear circle of mama-warriors that I have acquired since Covid began, by the end of Friday, I had a bushel of teas, herbs, and natural ingredients for poultices to treat the infection, and I had more than enough to deal with what I thought I had.

However, with the nudging of my partner, Susan, she suggested we call the husband of one of the mama warriors, who is a paramedic, and get his opinion of me going the alternative herbal route or whether I should do what I never like to do: supplement with antibiotics to help fight this infection.

After I told him how I had been suffering for nine days with abdominal issues and my thoughts that I had confined appendicitis, he greatly encouraged me to go to urgent care.

I went last Friday night, a bit unwilling, simply looking for an antibiotic prescription. However, once I got admitted into the ER, everything changed: urine tests, blood samples, and finally, swallowing down iodine for a CAT scan.

“Seriously,” I kept thinking to myself. “All I want are some antibiotics. This is so unnecessary”

A few hours later, I was told I had sub-acute appendicitis, and the CAT scan showed an abscess on my appendix and that I would need to go into surgery, pronto. They only had to get more blood work to determine if it would be that night or if they could wait until the morning.

After drawing more blood than I thought I had in my veins, they determined I was actually very healthy. Miraculously, after suffering for nine days, I had no signs of infection, known as peritonitis - meaning a spread of infection within the abdomen.

Only moments later, I asked, “Could this possibly be related to my right hip and the back of my thigh pain,” they said absolutely. The appendix rests on a whole bed of nerves.

So, this meant I had not been suffering from appendicitis for nine days but a whole month.

How is this even possible? I thought to myself, waiting for my room to be available.

THE SAD COMMENTARY OF SOCIETY

While sitting in the emergency room, I witnessed a cross-section of a dysfunctional society. To the left of me was a 60-year-old woman with a 0.4% blood alcohol level who kept demanding her clothes so she could leave. The nurses were extraordinary in how they handled her and would respond, “We would give you your clothes, but you didn’t come here with them.”

They soon wheeled her out in a gurney, sitting, hunched over a nurse’s borrowed phone, berating her husband for not picking her up and taking her home.

Across from me was a concerned mother with her 4-year-old girl. The child played a game on the mother’s iPhone until the doctor arrived, closed the curtain, and had a conversation with the little girl. She had a ripped bum. The doctor handled this so well. He said, “I want to look here, at your private area, but you don’t let anybody ever do this unless your mom is with you and has asked permission. So, Mom, can I look at your daughter….”

He then explained that “the rip was caused by very hard fecal matter” and that the parents would have to “feed their daughter more than macaroni and cheese every meal,” even though that was the only food their daughter wanted to eat. The doctor informed the mother, “She needs vegetables and fiber, too”

The mother seemed surprised by this.

In the corner next to the young girl, we had a golf-course-tanned 60-year-old husband and wife who had had a successful shoulder replacement but now was having an unexplained rapid heart rate. I didn’t dare ask him, “Did you get vaccinated? “

I noticed the ER doctor didn’t ask this either. But I figured he had to have known by now that joint replacements and irregular heart rate are all too common in the vaccinated.

So, in this confined ER room, I witnessed a sad slice of American life: disconnected from our bodies, souls, and intelligence.

”What a state we are in,” I thought to myself as I watched this scene unfold.

Six and a half hours later, I was taken to my room, and by the next morning, my appendix was history.

The nursing staff was fantastic. The surgeon, Dr. Boyle, a legend at the hospital, and surgical team were attentive, professional, and I felt I was in great hands.

This was a first for me. I have never had any serious medical condition and certainly not a hospital stay. The surgical team seemed excited to show me the ropes.

When it came to the hospital staff, they were superlative.

Where the hospital failed, and not surprisingly, was in the food. I could only have juices, and everything but the bone broth had corn syrup.

In this day and age, I can’t believe hospitals are still doing this.

The hospital also failed to provide aftercare instructions, and how the hell to get out of bed without screaming like a pig from the pain was also greatly lacking. I went from a comfortable 3 pre-surgery on the pain measurement scale to hitting a high of 10 when trying to sit up or down.

But six hours after having my abdomen cut into, I was walking very slowly out of the hospital.

Unfortunately, my prescription was sent to a closed pharmacy that day and the next. When the order was resent to an open pharmacy, it was closed for the day by the time the order arrived.

So, last night was by far the worst night of my life. Two 500mg aspirin, and thank goodness my partner happened to have handy some organic CBD gummies for sleeping, or I would be in a complete stupor right now.

And can I say that my partner, Susan, is an angel?

As she drove me from the hospital to her home yesterday, she gingerly drove over every bump and crack in the road, to the point where it is so ingrained she was doing it again today when I wasn’t even in the car.

Since then, she has been by my side for every beck and call.

And did I mention — I never got the antibiotics — I went home empty-handed even after all of that!

CIRCLING THE WAGONS

In many of my Substacks, I have often discussed the importance of having potlucks and creating a circle or network of people you can rely on when times get rough. These will be the people you will need to depend upon. These last four years (and you can still start) have been the time to do this.

And this dear circle of friends has risen to the occasion. Once word went out on our Telegram channel of my predicament; we had friends getting in line to drive my car home from the hospital, friends making bone broth, bringing over homemade soups, and recommending treatment for aftercare, herb protocols, expert homeopathy, how to change my bandage, and regular check-ins and words of encouragement. This list goes on, really.

PROVING THE POINT

Ironically, a week ago last Wednesday, I gave a 15-minute speech in downtown Nevada City (the first time I’ve given a talk in NC since Covid) to a crowd of 350 people at the Sacha Stone event.

The title of my talk was The Positive Unintended Consequences of Covid ,and I stressed the importance of taking back control of the narrative and acknowledging that, yes, while great suffering has occurred and will continue, many beautiful things have manifested from Covid that were unexpected; the circle of friends being one of them.

These are the things we must acknowledge.

Interestingly, earlier that day, when I had been wrapping up my speech, I felt I needed to add, “I feel like the angels are among us; we are being eloquently guided.’

Moments later, I tripped over a container of artwork and belongings of my natural mother that I was going through. I happened to pull up an old newspaper clipping, and this popped up. I had never noticed this clipping before.

An angeled I never noticed until now

I thought it auspicious.

Then, I moved around some of her belongings, including a red scarf. A scarf I had seen dozens of times but never paid much attention to the pin attached to it. It was this:

My natural mother, Jane Funston’s pin

I feel we are in good hands. The signs are everywhere. We simply need to look for them. My friend’s timely warning of my potential appendicitis and all those other little “nudges” along the way ensured the best outcome.

As I have written in the past, I try more than ever to tap into my gut and hunches and be aware of the mystery and magic of life. It’s all around us if we look for it.

I think these days, thanking our angels goes a long way…. Angels and human angels. And I’m so grateful that because of them, I can write and share this with all of you

So, without belaboring the last few days any more than I have, here is the speech from last week’s Sacha Stone event:

The Sacha Stone event, Nevada City, February 28th 2024

THE UNINTENDED POSITIVE CONSEQUENCES OF COVID (this is not my speech verbatim; I ad-libbed and was more spontaneous throughout)

In 2020, when we decided not to follow the official COVID narrative, fear was not in our thoughts, hearts, or minds. It was far from our field of existence. We knew we had to do something.

And as the non-compliant, we were made into strangers in our former circles, searching for a new set of friends and family.

Before Covid, we were strangers but would soon recognize each other because we were the few standing after the storm. Bruised and battered, we remained, and that's when we began recognizing one another. We had to dust ourselves off, find each other, and continue moving along. We recognized through a heart connection, a look in the eye, words never spoken as much as a sense that was understood.

Covid made the impossible possible; it elevated what was once radical ideas, and it catalyzed relationships and endeavors — despite the odds — we found each other and began a new communion. Around those dinner tables, we shared conversation, grief, frustration, love, loss, strength, and a type of alchemy that allowed us to rebuild our lives. While at the dinner table, we originally seemed strangers, but dinner by dinner, we circled our wagons and rebuilt our lives together in a new frontier.

And it was while breaking bread around a dinner table we began a quiet revolution. It was a very different and unfamiliar kind of connection. We knew our numbers were few but significant, and because of our fortitude, we were unstoppable.

Under the radar, day by day, night by night, we fought this quiet war, a war that many are unaware of today. While being made second-class citizens in every way, those who did comply were relegated to the frontlines of an invisible war.

Many took a bullet, and to this day, they don’t know it..

Today, we are forced to bear witness. Many have been injured and died, and many more are on their way.

The pain and suffering we have endured have been all the intended consequences of Covid.

So, I asked my friends today what they thought some of the unintended positive consequences of Covid have been, and these are some of the responses:

• Created an expansion and deepening of friendships.

• It gave us a clearer view of who the "enemy" is.

• Provided a strong drive to maintain health for future resilience.

• This made more people look more into the need and efficacy of ALL vaccines and choose not to vaccinate.

• Fostered human connections have allowed us to realize the importance of connections after we understood the evil forces that were trying to dehumanize us through "social distancing. "

• We realize how strong we are, rejoicing in being rebels, moving even further away from allopathic medicine, and developing an even better understanding of the levels of corruption in the entities that control so much of everything.

• Learning how to pick ourselves up and rebuild our lives.

Thank you, Covid.

We know we are resilient. We are the non-compliant.

I have seen the non-compliant become overnight activists, citizen journalists, home school teachers, farmers, homesteaders, paralegals, run for office, take their health back and become health practitioners, start health hubs, build Private Membership Associations, become lobbyists, newspaper publishers, podcasters, mama warriors, create grand juries, learn about the constitution and their God-given rights, and become our own creative practitioners.

We have become influencers and social media mavens. We know how to video, edit, and push out content. We are like a mycelium community, quietly working at reorganizing ourselves according to the next challenge. We have learned to self-assemble and jump into action without a second thought.

And the citizen journalism. Mainstream media doesn't stand a chance this day. We are putting them out of existence. They put out a story, and in 10 minutes, thousands, if not millions, of citizen journalists, have done their own fact-checking, followed the money, know who the players are, who funds them, and we will even track down their lineage. We are too networked, savvy, and unflappable for another Covid type of scenario to-ever-fly-again. We no longer listen to empty words but watch one's actions.

For the first time, we have stepped up into our collective power like a spontaneous army.

We have been forged into the citizens our ancestors would be proud of.

This leads me to a story I love to share as much as possible because you are not supposed to know about it: the 9/11 Boatlift.

How many of you have heard of the 9/11 Boatlift story (few hands were raised in the audience)?

Well, let me tell you the most famous story about 9/11 that you have never heard of and how this was the unintended consequence of that event.

This should be the ultimate 9/11 story in school history books, told during bedtime stories, and on the tip of tongues of every American, but it is not.

Why?

The parasitic class does not want us to know how powerful we really are or what we are capable of doing when we are united and not divided. Those in power were not expecting us to respond this way during 9/11. They thought we would buckle, but instead, we rose to the occasion.

On the day of 9/11, after the Twin Towers fell, thousands of executives, tourists, and workers, covered in dust and in shock, began making their way to the edge of what is known as Manhatten Island. At this time, when all transport was stopped from the island, people realized they were trapped.

The Coast Guard, which was stationed off the Manhatten Island sea wall, knew it did not have the capacity to rescue this many people. So, the head of the Coast Guard did the only thing he could think of: He got on his radio and called for any and all captains and boat operators, whether they had a tugboat or private boat, to come to the rescue.

About 15 minutes later, having no idea if the call was heeded, the Coast Guard captain turned around to see if anyone had responded. He saw not one or two boats but hundreds and hundreds of boats on their way—ferries, tugboats, tenders, sailboats, every kind of boat you could imagine. And these captains had no idea what they were heading into. It was dust-filled chaos, but they unwittingly began to undertake a historic rescue.

With one simple call for help—without training, money, leadership, or organization—citizens did what no military was capable of.

In the blink of an eye, these individuals executed the largest maritime evacuation in history.

The 9/11 boat lift was the largest sea evacuation ever—larger than the rescue of Dunkirk in WWII, where 339,000 French and English soldiers were rescued over nine days. On 9/11, over 500,000 were rescued in under nine hours.

This is why you don’t know about this story. We did the unexpected. We did not act “according to plan.” We did the unthinkable; we adapted to the moment.

Ultimately, we were Like Water.

Bruce Lee said, "Be formless, shapeless, like water. Now, if you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. If you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. If you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend."

To adapt to situations, keep transforming—keep a floating, organic behavior.

"Be water" is also a methodology for protesting. In 2019 to 2020, Hong Kong protesters were fighting for democratic reform and a "higher degree of autonomy." There was no single solution to a problem. There were ten thousand different approaches and solutions—from all people and different stakeholders. Technology like social media, Facebook, Twitter, Telegram, and online forums allow things to be discussed online and circulated very easily. People could vote, push, submit ideas, push out concepts, and act without a leader—and all spontaneous.

In fact, many Chinese believed that Covid was launched in response to the Hong Kong protests because nobody could stop them under ordinary circumstances.

Today, with Covid, we have become our own standing army. If we don’t know how to do something, we DIY it, attend the University of YouTube, find a mentor, or pick up a how-to book. Some days, we are students; other days, we are the teachers; we are not asking permission, consent, or approval; we are simply stepping up and becoming the dream we believe in.

A decentralized solidarity and collective intelligence. We have become water.

We cannot fight what is coming our way, we can only adjust ourselves over and over and over again, like water.

And we are.

We have learned how to leave this beast system in the dust.

Through spontaneity, all those predictions and models can't handle organic action or creativity; they monkey-wrench the system.

This is why the Hong Kong protestors were so effective; they were so spontaneous, going with the flow; they were like water. They were unstoppable.

Understand what we have learned during this time;

• Trust and continue to hone our instincts.

• Have no shame- control over us is built on guilt and shame. We recognize the engineered shame built into our society and families.

Thank you, Covid.

• Truth- no pun intended, but Truth trumps all. It is the ultimate force, and it's tied to Love.

• In the end, Love will bring down this beast system because it is built on hate and division; love is the antidote.

• Whatever you do, laugh in the face of evil. Laughter hurts its feelings and bruises its ego because it expects you to be afraid. Give it what it doesn't expect: laugh, be joyful, commune, and Love.

Thank you, Covid.

We have learned this and so much more since Covid. Many of us have ushered these traits into our lives because of this plandemic.

Thank you, Covid.

So, I say, turn the tables on Covid. Take control of the narrative, and give the officials keepers of the narrative what they don't expect. Circle the wagons, do the unexpected, and pull the ultimate 9/11 boatlift.

I feel like the angels are among us; we are being eloquently guided. We can trust the unseen because we can feel it, we can dream in it, and thank you, Covid. We now know we are like water, and we can do anything.

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