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Brian Fitzpatrick's avatar

Interesting article which gives me the excuse to share my personal Covid(?) history. I live in a small Guatemalan town that was, pre-Covid, establishing itself as a Central American stop on the musical events tourist trail. In March of 2020 an event was staged which brought some 300 paid ticket holders to town for a three day event. I believe they were mostly Europeans. In this time period I exhibited the following symptoms: I awoke one night struggling for breath. My bed was sweat soaked. I had a raging fever, far exceeding any of the "night sweats" I had previously experienced. I sat up on the edge of my bed, threw my covers off, breathing heavily and rapidly. It occurred to me that my heavy breathing was not from lack of oxygen, but an effort to cool off, much as dogs, lacking sweat glands, pant to cool down. With that in mind I began breathing deeply and rapidly. My initial panic went away, and I gradually cooled down. I eventually flipped my covers head to toe and went to sleep on the other end of the bed. Two nights later the same thing happened. I don't recall any particularly nasty symptoms ongoing, other than the usual sneezing and lung congestion that I had been suffering from since contracting a nasty strain of the flu in the fall of 2018. Here is where the story gets interesting and ties into this article. I flew back to the US in the fall of 2018 for a family reunion, and presumably picked up the flu along the way, which I gave to my brother-in-law 2-3 days later. We had spent the day driving around looking at the sights. He was driving, I was in the front seat, and my sister was in back. She didn't catch it. I was sneezing the whole day. I went to bed with a bowl to receive the shit from my lungs I was constantly coughing up. I spent the next few mornings sitting in the yard coughing up shit from my lungs, and sneezing profusely. I gradually got "better", and after a month or so declared myself "over it", only to find, after a week or so of "comfort", that the disease had moved on, like to my stomach for a month or so, and then to my lower digestive tract. I even had a recurrence of the shingles, which I had had some 30 years previously. Just one thing after another for like a year and a half until I got the Covid, or whatever. I now feel better than I have for a long time. (Continual knocking on wood. Bragging about your good fortune is terrible bad luck.) My reasoning is that those nights of raging fever killed off many of Covid's virus competitors, as this article seems to reflect. Irony of ironies if this disease we shut the world down for ends up being a good thing. Personally, I can't complain about getting the Covid. Knock wood.

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Tom Smith's avatar

I had heard that the 1918 Spanish Flu was as lethal to the young as it was because a very similar flu had swept through in the 1890s, leaving the survivors with meaningful immunity ~25 years later when the Spanish Flu came around. Those under about 30 were defenseless and culled in large numbers.

I've not researched this claim in any depth (and I'm not a specialist). Have you run across this claim before? If so, any thoughts?

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