I recently wrote an article about dragging around as if I was half-dead. When I croak, I’d rather die someday due to my drive to improve the world. That type of exhaustion is better than the way I feel now. I went to an endocrinologist to resolve this feeling of being tired, which I have felt for a long time.

After blood tests, the staff determined that my thyroid wasn’t functioning close to what it should. They gave me a script for levothyroxine, a tiny pill to improve my thyroid. However, I was to take that pill along with a script for testosterone. I thought that the testosterone would be another pill or capsule. When I picked up the testosterone, I discovered it was a shot. That didn’t rattle me. I have given myself a Dupixent injection and given Ginger, my Irish Setter, a B-12 shot for a few years.

However, testosterone is an intramuscular injection. That rattled me a bit. The vaccine is a thick fluid. As I was holding the two little vials as I left the pharmacy, my mind raced back to the movie The Rock. Dr. Stanley Goodspeed and John Mason are attempting to save America during the first insurrection a quarter century before the January 6th coup attempt. The MAGA newbies wanted to make America great again by seizing the prison at Alcatraz. Goodspeed is wrestling with a younger version of Rudy Giuliani. Goodspeed puts a sphere of VX nerve gas into his opponent’s mouth, killing the younger version of Giuliani. However, Goodspeed comes in contact with some of the nerve gas himself. He needed to administer an injection of atropine to counteract his exposure to the VX nerve gas.

That was the scene of Dr. Goodspeed injecting himself and saving America. There I was, without anyone around, administering my second testosterone shot. I felt like Dr. Goodspeed. I realized that my injection compared a macrocosmic event with a microcosmic one. Additionally, I didn’t have someone shooting the scene of my injection due to the strike in Hollywood. Therefore, I videotaped my administering the vaccine.

While Goodspeed’s doctorate was in biochemistry, my doctorate was in philosophy and religion. Therefore, neither he nor I have any medical training. So, don’t use either video as a med school video for either type of injection.

Another mistake was that I thought testosterone would be a fast-acting cure for dragging around feeling half-dead. Two vials of 200ml haven’t in the past two weeks haven’t had much of an effect on me. So, lacking any med school classes, I Googled the effects of testosterone. I found that other people didn’t find much improvement initially. Sometimes, it takes six to ten weeks before the testosterone kicks in.

However, I learned a lesson from the slow uptake of getting help from testosterone. My world revolves around caring for Ginger. She has been to Purdue Veterinary Hospital several times recently to resolve her inflammatory bowel disease. She will return in early October to see how a new medicine addresses that issue.

The other critical issue is my family in Myanmar. We have cared for each other for over a decade. My oldest granddaughter, Ti Ti, is at Gusto University in Yangon. She wants to come to America and get her college education here, but she is having trouble with getting a student visa.

Ginger, Ti Ti, and I are not dealing with quick fixes. The remedies are a slow journey to becoming all we can be. Therefore, my slow improvement medically with testosterone is an excellent teaching moment for me—to continue the journey.

And that truism about moving slowly applies to the Justice Department as it addresses the January 6th insurrection. Sun Tzu wrote 2500 years ago, “Wheels of justice grind slow but grind fine.” Here is another observation of that truth, which I finally am grasping, and so are Trump and his minions.

Trump speaking at the Ellipse on January 6th.

While Trump talks to his minions, Rudy Giuliani allegedly groped Cassidy Hutchinson backstage during Trump’s speech on the Ellipse on January 6th.