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Me, and Louis XIV

Louis XIV, is AKA the Great and the Sun King. His is the longest reign of any monarch, clocking in at 72 years.

You guess correctly if you say he began his reign as a child. Louis was a child of 5 years when his dad, Louis XIII, died.

Louis died at 77. All he knew was to be king. According to what I know about him, he was the most stoic of kings. He was strict in his application of his rules and regulations, for himself, as well as his subjects. His was that idea that monarchs should be aloof, proper, correct. He was the absolute monarch of absolute monarchs.

Absolutism is what brought monarchies down. The absolute kings gave monarchy a bad reputation. We moderns tend to think all monarchs are tyrants. However, absolutism was a creature of the 17th century. Before that, monarchy was quite accessible. Most modern kings and queens have to obey a constitutions, so they are flexible in their partnerships with the people’s legislators.

All that aside, the subject of this essay is health, not monarchy.

The condition I share with Louis is that he was a sickly child, and so was I. We both have immune systems that go out and look for bugs. Sickly children, with lousy immune system, grow up to be sickly adults. The good news is, such sickly kids that survive do so because we have iron constitutions.

Meaning, we don’t give up so easily.

This latest pandemic in our history of civilization, brought this little fact to my attention, i. e., it’s not the immune system itself that helps people survive. It’s that will to live. Louis and I, without robust immune systems, are fighters. I wonder if that gives us the edge in other situations as well?

Louis didn’t have modern medicine to help him in his final days. Somewhere, in late August of 1715, he picked up an infection that turned into gangrene. The doctors did not pick up on the infection until it was too late. There were no scanners or blood tests to give them a definitive answer as to what ailed this king. And no antibiotics. They did the best they could with the information they had.

Louis died an extremely painful death. No opioids either to ease him into the big sleep. But it is said he was dignified to the end. He was born a prince and died, very much a king.

Me? I’m lucky to live in 2021. I have access to modern medicine. I had the Covid back in January 2020. Yes, back before it made its big splash around the globe. It was not a bad illness, but then I had had my flu jab in October of 2019. That probably helped. Nonetheless, Covid has nasty “after effects” as I call them. The first one hit in March, 2020. That was the brain fog. I had a brain scan. Nothing wrong. When the heart flutters and semi blackouts began, I got a stress test. Nothing wrong with my heart. The rash inside the mouth went away. And, after 6 months, I was back to normal.

I knew there would eventually be a vaccine. I was happy to take it. Because of my work in history, and because I had been diagnosed years ago with lung and immune issues, I appreciate that those pharmaceuticals got their act together, and the FDA got out of their way. Now everyone, government especially, needs to calm down.

I wonder what Louis would make of all those yappers out there; frightened children is what they are, scared into a constant twaddle about the vaccine. He’d slap a few faces, and tell them how lucky they are to be alive in such an age.

Okay, I am willing to do it for him. In the name of the king, I tell you to grow up, and be appreciative of modern science. It ain’t perfect, but it is better than having to pick up bodies lying on the streets. The young and healthy in 2021 in the West, are clueless about such things.

Me? I wish good health to all.

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