WGTOW Bookclub: October: Vote for a book Welcome to our very first book club poll. Below are some of the amazing suggestions from our members, as well as some other books I found in the search. I've added a short description for each (mostly copied from Wikipedia, amazon and other sources). Please read the description and then choose an option you want to read for October. The poll will be up for 3 days. The most voted book will be chosen. Other popular books will be added again to next month's bookclub poll. The discussion thread will be up about mid October, which gives us about 2 weeks to read the book. Of course later additions to the discussion are welcome, as well. We're a bit late this month, I will post the suggestion thread for next month's book a bit earlier. Paid For: My Journey through Prostitution Born into a troubled family, Rachel Moran left home at the age of fourteen. Being homeless, she was driven into prostitution to survive. With intelligence and empathy, she describes the exploitation she and others endured on the streets and in the brothels.
When I finally make it downstairs to the lobby, the clerk wasn't at the front desk -- still walking the halls. When she finally comes back, it would appear she wasn't as nonplussed as I had assumed from her tone. She jumps when she realizes I'm at the front counter. I quickly apologize for startling her and tell her that I'm the one who called. She replied, "Was it a man or a woman? " "It was a woman screaming, but I could hear a man arguing with her. " "Okay, and you're in room ###? " "Yes, ma'am. " "Okay, so next door to your room is ###. " The clerk called my neighbor's room and he answered almost immediately. She spoke with him calmly, "Yes sir, is everything okay in your room? Are you watching a horror movie or something? No? Okay, thank you. " My neighbor had been firmly asleep. Thinking back, the voice that I heard talking on the phone and the voice I heard arguing weren't the same. I flashed my EMS badge at her, desperately trying to convey that I wasn't a raving lunatic hearing voices in her hotel.
Having someone else with you while you go through it is obviously very helpful as well. We worked (from home) throughout our recovery. I will say this may have not been the best idea, but it did keep us distracted and busy. Our worst days were on a weekend. We could not have worked during those days. 02 Pulse Oximeter notes: This device did help us track our oxygen saturation level. ONE IMPORTANT NOTE ON THIS DEVICE: MAKE SURE YOUR HANDS ARE VERY WARM WHEN TAKING READINGS!!! I have bad circulation in my hands, and we keep our apartment chilly. Occasionally when I would attempt to get a reading it would show my saturation levels in the 80s and I would almost pass out due to fear. My hands were just cold. When using these devices, I would suggest putting your hands in front of a space heater for a minute or wear gloves beforehand. Also take multiple readings, do not rely on the first one. Medication notes: We had rotation of Alka seltzer plus day/night(contains acetaminophen), Sudafed sinus max (contains acetaminophen), Tylenol, ibuprofen, zicam (basically zinc), mucus decongestant, and vitamin C. We made sure to rotate fever reducers (rotate between ibuprofen and acetaminophen) and to not take too much of either.
My Covid Experience/Recovery So Far-Long Explanation So my battle with Covid could be summed up as a "mild" case. My Fiance and I were both exposed at the exact same time and were thankfully able not pass it to anyone else. I will give the full breakdown of exposure, symptom timeline, and medication we have taken. To give a background I am 30M in "good" health standing (not overweight, no underlying conditions, I do "vape" but have cut back tremendously, do not smoke). Fiancé is 26F in good health (not overweight, no underlying condition, does NOT vape or smoke, etc. ). We are active but not gym rats. We essentially have the same symptom timeline. I will say we were a bit more "prepared" than most with items to battle the virus. My fiancé is a high school teacher in a district that was still allowing "blended" learning (some in school, some at home). So, her risk of exposure is obviously higher than most. I will say her exposure was not related to the school considering they went full remote beginning early November.
Perspective... something I didn't expect to find this year.
Took Zicam multiple times a day. I preferred the Sudafed sinus max to take during the day. Most of my symptoms were sinus pressure related. Fiancé preferred the normal decongestant without any fever reducers. We tried to avoid fever reducers towards the end to see if high temps returned (they did not) Suggestions for others: Try to stay active is possible. This greatly affected our mental state. We tried to do yoga in the morning or just simply laps around our tiny apartment. STAY HYDRATED: All of the meds you take can dehydrate you. Make sure to stay hydrated. Try to do cognitive brain activities. We were thankfully well enough to work during most of it keeping us busy. Puzzles helped passed the time. When we were just laying around was when the worst of the anxiety hit. We live in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, so space was limited. Try to make the best out of the quarantine experience. BE PATIENT! Thought this may help others! Good luck, wear your masks, and stay healthy!! !
The most horrific part was the silence that followed. The thing I'm having the most trouble with -- and the thing I most regret -- is pinpointing exactly where the sound was coming from. In hindsight, I think it was coming from the floor above me, but given my spike in adrenaline I could only surmise that it was coming from behind me (I. E., my neighbor). My muscles moved automatically. I reached over and snatched the hotel phone from it's receiver and hit zero. The front desk picks up and I immediately whisper, "It sounds like there's somebody screaming for help on the second floor. " They reply, a little nonplussed, "I'll take a walk! " I tell the clerk thank you and hang up. I quietly curse to myself for a moment, then surreptitiously get dressed, tuck my Glock within it's concealed holster inside my waistband, and walk down to the lobby, trying desperately not to draw attention to the fact that I'm leaving my room. It seems like every step I take booms throughout the whole building, but I don't have time to think about it.
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I can definitely hear him snoring later in the evening. Maybe one or two minutes after 21:00, I hear a couple arguing -- male and female -- and don't think much of it. I've stayed in these budget hotels for months now and I'm no stranger to midnight quarrels. After what seemed to be less than half a minute, things began to escalate. I could hear the man's deep, scratchy voice begging the woman, "Baby, baby please. No, baby. Stay, baby. " I don't remember her exact reply to this, but it can be summarized with a resounding, "No. " A few seconds later though, I would find myself completely upright in my bed. My ears perked and I can feel the adrenaline hit my system. I hear the woman speak in a surprised hushed whisper at first, then quickly ramping up to a mild yell, "Help. Help! Help! Help! Help. " It was as if she had been rushed. The first help sounded as if it was born in an ambush and it had to convince its owner's vocal chords to scream louder. After the woman stopped, I hear an agitated groan leave the man's throat.