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COVID-19 vaccinations and dermatomyositis

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Over 230 million Americans have been fully vaccinated against SARS-CoV-2, roughly 69 percent of the United States population. Mass COVID-19 vaccinations were seen as a critical step in reopening hard-hit local economies and continue to be seen as essential for maintaining whatever passes for normalcy in our post-COVID world.

But lost in the endless lectures from community leaders and pushes from politicians for vaccinations was any sort of consideration about the safety and efficacy of the vaccines for those of us with underlying medical conditions. Quite the contrary, health officials put us first in line for the vaccines.

The SARS-CoV-2 vaccines were tested in July 2020 on healthy patients and distributed broadly starting in December 2020. While the vaccine has been heralded as safe, even healthy patients have missed work, fallen ill, and come down with rashes that resemble signature symptoms of dermatomyositis, lupus, and other autoimmune diseases. So what about those of us with malfunctioning immune systems?

Do the risks outweigh the benefits?

To no one’s surprise, COVID-19 czar Anthony Fauci told attendees at a December 2020 hematology conference to urge immunosuppressed patients to get the COVID-19 vaccine. Attendees actually doing research on COVID-19 in immunocompromised populations agreed with Fauci, but admitted at that time there was not yet data available to back up Fauci’s recommendation.

Early studies of the SARS-CoV-2 vaccine understandably excluded immunosuppressed patients. Later studies focus on HIV-infected individuals, patients being treated with stem cells, organ transplant recipients, and leukemia patients. Respected British medical journal The Lancet, to name one, published a Swedish study of immunocompromised patients, stating the results showed the Pfizer vaccine to be reasonably safe. However, autoimmune patients were not included in the study.

The American Association for Neuromuscular & Electrodiagnostic Medicine discusses in detail the pros and cons of vaccines for people suffering from neuromuscular diseases. Because these types of diseases often affect muscles involved in breathing, they encourage those afflicted who are not taking immunosuppressants to obtain the vaccine.

However, for immunosuppressed patients with neuromuscular diseases, the researchers advise caution. While the benefits of the vaccine may outweigh the risks, studies of mRNA vaccines on immunosuppressed groups are scarce.

Other public-health authorities and doctors all over the world have also advised immunosuppressed patients to get the vaccine, claiming the risks outweigh the benefits. Following the American College of Rheumatology guidance, my own doctors also advised me to get the SARS-CoV-2 vaccine, stating their other autoimmune patients were able to do so safely.

But few of these doctors and researchers have even looked into the most important question: Would the vaccine actually help me?

Is the vaccine effective for the immunosuppressed?

A research group at Johns Hopkins attempted to answer that question. They found only 17 percent of immunosuppressed patients mounted antibodies detectable to SARS-CoV-2, compared to 100 percent of patients with healthy, functioning immune systems. For patients taking steroid-sparing agents, like methotrexate and azathioprine, the researchers could only detect antibody responses in 8.75 percent.

The Lancet study cited earlier also showed significantly lower seroconversion rates in organ transplant patients taking immunosuppressants like mycophenolate mofetil and azathioprine. Only 43 percent developed antibodies for identifying and combating SARS-CoV-2.

Even in the general population, a vaccine is not 100 percent effective; in those with weakened immune systems, the response will be limited.

Spyridoula Vasileiou, PhD, Baylor College of Medicine

A study published in October 2022, 22 months after the vaccine was made publicly available for populations most at risk of contracting COVID-19, also found the immune systems of immunosuppressed patients responded poorly to the SARS-CoV-2 mRNA vaccines.

When I bring up these studies to my doctors, they look at me somewhat blankly. Though none of them is an uneducated sheep simply following the herd, I imagine each of them feel pressure from various government agencies, lawyers, medical boards, and insurance companies to follow the prescribed guidelines. And who can blame them? Even among specialists, dermatomyositis is even less understood than novel coronaviruses.

Dermatomyositis and COVID-19

When the vaccine was first released, the general consensus, based on sound medical logic, was that any patient taking an immunosuppressant would obviously be at greater risk. Not for only were people with malfunctioning immune systems more likely to contract COVID-19, but many expected them to suffering more severe symptoms and be more likely to die or see long-term damage to their bodies.

In spring of 2020, this made sense to me, too. I feared if I contracted the disease, it would be nearly impossible to fight off. I did not leave my house for three weeks, despite objecting to mass shutdowns aimed at protecting people like me.

But then came Donald Trump’s infamous Tweets about hydroxychloroquine, citing early, incomplete evidence that the drug was effective in vitro (specifically in monkey kidneys cells) in blocking infection. Then doctors in India started prescribing it as a prophylactic. Months went by with me dodging COVID as I adapted to the pandemic world so I could have some semblance of a social life and maintain muscle mass. As a long-time user of the drug, even then, I started to wonder if hydroxychloroquine truly did help prevent COVID-19 infection.

More sloppy research came to light, and discussions of the efficacy of hydroxychloroquine in preventing COVID-19 to this day remain politicized. The World Health Organization does not recommend it. The Lancet says it never worked in clinical settings. As late as August 2021, the American Journal of Medicine wrote the evidence is still incomplete but interestingly concluded the antimalarial has no clinical benefit.

Hydroxychloroquine prophylaxis or not, I, the unvaccinated immunosuppressed dermatomyositis patient who went to gym, the store, even restaurants and bars, had still not acquired COVID-19. This, of course, ran contrary to most medical and scientific reasoning.

When I finally did acquire COVID-19 over Thanksgiving 2021, it was the tail end of the Delta variant and the beginning of Omicron. Yet, I fought off the virus relatively unscathed, save for my poor sense of smell.

So what the hell was going on? Was my immune system just destroying everything in its path, from Alpha to Omicron, including me?

Imperfect immune systems and the insanity of bureaucrats

Twelve seasons of House, MD, four rheumatologists, three dermatologists, two stints writing proposals for the several eminent immunologists, and a drug trial later, I am not convinced humanity understands infectious diseases and our own immune systems nearly as well as experts advertise.

COVID-19 alone proved that. The world’s doctors, researchers, bureaucrats, and lab rats rushed to find solutions and cures for COVID only for leading authorities to lose credibility amid rash proclamations that routinely had to be reversed.

Twice, the federal government was wrong about masks. An Arizona Home Depot was out of anything resembling a facial covering as early as January 2020. Amid the sellouts, U.S. Surgeon General Jerome Adams told people via Twitter to stop buying masks, stating, “They are NOT effective in preventing general public from catching coronavirus.” The CDC similarly did not recommend facial coverings because “the virus was not spreading in the community.” In April, they backtracked on their original position. By June 2020, they persuaded governors to fine or jail anyone caught unmasked in public.

The CDC later joined the chorus of overqualified morons who blamed anti-maskers for the summer spikes in COVID cases throughout the U.S. Sunbelt only to realize the American and European northerners would suffer their own Armageddon six months later. Winter was coming, and November 2020 to March 2021 saw the highest case counts of the entire pandemic—even with mask mandates, mass shutdowns, and the beginning of vaccine distribution.

The FDA was no better. Early in the pandemic, they issued emergency authorizations for doctors and pharmacists to treat COVID-19 with hydroxychloroquine, causing the nation to nearly run out of one of two drugs keeping me alive. Months later, these same bureaucrats completely reversed their proclamation.

Then came the U.S. government’s most incessant, most obnoxious, most overbearing fear campaign since World War II: Get vaccinated or die.

While the vaccine was indeed a scientific and political breakthrough and absolutely necessary to ending the socioeconomic chaos, badgering individuals to shove a barely tested substance into their bodies without considering the consequences revealed the ineptitude of the very agencies who allegedly exist to prevent these sorts of issues.

Doctors started seeing dangerous swelling and inflammation in the hearts of newly vaccinated, otherwise perfectly healthy men aged 18-29.

Immunologists in Germany observed five times as many new-onset dermatomyositis cases at their clinic in 2021 compared to the previous two years. They attribute the uptick in an otherwise extremely rare disease to both the SARS-CoV-2 vaccinations and virus itself. Saudi Arabian doctors also noted the phenomenon.

Pakistani doctors reported similar rises in rheumatoid arthritis following COVID-19. My own rheumatology clinic also saw increases in autoimmune cases following mass vaccinations.

Other data about immunocompromised individuals and COVID-19 also emerged. The Johns Hopkins group referenced above found that immunosuppressed organ transplant patients were not more likely to die from COVID-19, as commonly thought when the pandemic began.

People who already had dermatomyositis when they contracted COVID-19 exhibited better outcomes than the general population.

More fascinatingly, patients who already had dermatomyositis when they contracted COVID-19 actually exhibited better outcomes than the general population—lower severity, lower death and hospitalization rates. With the exception of those with lung involvement, in general, dermatomyositis seemed to be a protective factor against COVID-19.

These findings mirror my own experience with COVID-19. My fever and difficulty breathing barely lasted 36 hours. The worst of my symptoms was my loss of smell and taste.

Vaccinations and dermatomyositis patients

Given the research, mRNA vaccine safety does not seem to be more of a concern for dermatomyositis patients than other groups. However, for those taking the most effective dermatomyositis drugs—azathioprine and mycophenolate mofetil—roughly 1 in 3 will develop the antibodies needed to truly be called vaccinated.

The mRNA-based SARS-CoV-2 vaccine seems to be just as safe for dermatomyositis patients as it is for those with properly functioning immune systems.

Dermatomyositis patients, like all patients, should talk to their doctors before deciding whether or not to be vaccinated. For me, because I take azathioprine, the risks of further altering my immune system outweigh the benefits of a vaccine unlikely to help.

But for dermatomyositis patients, there is only a 1 in 3 chance the vaccine will work.

Fighting COVID on immunosuppressants, part II: the war in my head

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The week following the worst of my COVID-19 symptoms was more an exercise in psychological perseverance than it was a scrimmage between man and virus. By the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, my body had won the battle with SARS-CoV-2. But my mind was losing a war against itself.

My girlfriend and I had broken up two months prior. Understandably unable to handle the pain of visible separation, she had moved in with a friend. She left me with temporary custody of two cats and a mountain of her paraphernalia while she figured out her long-term living situation.

Losing the best of friends

Two weeks after my ex-girlfriend and I split, one of my best friends died. Like me, he had battled his own rare disorder, Peutz-Jeghers syndrome. Benign hamartomatous polyps developed in his intestinal tract, causing intestinal bleeding and obstructing his bowels. The condition put him at very high risk for intestinal cancer. He fought the cancer and underlying condition as much as modern medicine could. At 37, he sadly lost the war.

Losing a friend or family member is difficult no matter the circumstances, but no thirty-something expects to lose friends their age. Making the whole situation even more heartbreaking, he left behind a wife and toddler.

For me, he was among the greatest of friends. We coached each other through heartaches and career moves. We were their through the best and worst days of our lives. Without him, I do not know if I could have endured the Great Recession. We imbibed. We bitched. We debated. We broke bread and bottles. He was often the first to read my writing.

He, like me, always wanted something more from life. Part of me wonders if that was part of what took him. As much as he loved his wife and daughter, there may have been no earthly object or force that would have ever fulfilled him. Perhaps he has now has peace at some great celestial wine tasting.

Madness turns to loneliness

Sitting at home with COVID, all I could do was think about my broken relationship and my dead friend. Existence itself had become pointless, as it had for much of the pandemic, with each day irregularly folding into the next.

Other than 15-second Sunday visit from my friend, I had not laid eyes on another human being in over a week. Even then, she understandably stayed 30 feet from my front door—no hug, no handshake, no verbal exchange.

For someone as extroverted as myself, this was torture. I wanted to go to the store, the gym, the office, anywhere with people just to remind myself I was not the science-fictional last man on a post-apocalyptic Earth.

I wanted to find hope again. Then, and only then, could I find love again.

Thanksgiving quarantine, sponsored by Taco Bell

Though my taste buds were slowly returning to form, my tongue could barely discern spicy from sweet, let alone detect delicate nuances in flavor distinguishing fine global cuisines. As such, most of my quarantine diet consisted of Taco Bell doused in enough hot sauce to stress my senses and burn my taste buds.

Lingering loss of smell

Other than the congestion and loss of smell, COVID symptoms only took about 36 hours to go away. But ever since I first acquired SAR-CoV-2, my smell and taste have been off, so much so that wine tasting has all but screeched to a halt.

Synthetic perfumes, bodily or household, all smell like Chanel No. 5. The fragrance section at Macy’s or Dillard’s is an exhausting nasal exercise, a Sesame Street game for adults: Which one of these things is not like the other?

“What is all of them, Alex?”

Pepsi Zero Sugar has a weird chemical taste that goes far beyond what I could detect this time last year. Fruits smell and taste a bit off, though I cannot identify which ones. And cooking and dining out is less fun because my the nose plays such a large part in detecting and defining flavors. As such, half of my meals are basically healthy snacks. Why put in the effort for something that is hardly tastier than peanut butter and apples?

Fighting COVID on immunosuppressants, part I

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One week before Thanksgiving 2021, after nearly two years avoiding the SARS-CoV-2 virus, I finally caught COVID-19.

Day 1 – A simple sore throat

My throat swelled. I thought little of the inflammation because difficulty swallowing (dysphagia) is a classic dermatomyositis symptom. My immune system attacks the muscles in my esophagus, causing the throat muscles to weaken and have trouble contracting. This was one of the earliest signs of my disease, beginning in May 2018.

At work, I was amid writing a proposal for on-call geotechnical services to a California city. I took two naproxen and fought through the symptoms.

Day 2 – Difficulty breathing and loss of smell

I woke up exhausted with an intermittent cough. My chest felt like someone had stacked hardcover medical texts on my sternum. Breathing became a chore—albeit nothing life threatening.

Proposal deadlines be damned. I felt terrible and took the day off work with plans to return to writing over the weekend.

By Wednesday evening, food began to taste bland. I had trouble smelling coffee beans. Even my sugar-free soda alternative—water with black cherry Mio—tasted like cough syrup aged in wine casks.

Day 3 – COVID-19 suspected

My congestion worsened. My throat was beyond sore. I still had difficulty breathing. And at that point, I could not even smell the bergamot in my cologne or in my Earl Grey tea.

Add in my feverish chills and all the signs of COVID-19 were present. This realization made me anxious. Not only would I be battling the virus with a suppressed immune system, but I would be doing so without the benefit of the vaccine.

As I discuss here, the immunosuppressants I have been taking for my dermatomyositis render the vaccine largely ineffective. And because of my underlying condition, being vaccinated would be more of a risk than contracting COVID-19.

At least, that was my hypothesis based on two peer-reviewed studies. With my symptoms, I was about to put it to the test.

Day 4 – COVID-19 confirmed

I ordered an at-home COVID-19 test from Walgreens to be delivered early Friday morning via Door Dash—a testament to twenty-first-century technology and convenience.

Within three minutes, the strip on the at-home test turned fuchsia, well beyond the light pink needed for a positive result.

Interestingly, that afternoon, after just 36 hours, my fever diminished. I was able to breathe easier.

I mustered up the energy and courage to notify the two people with whom I came in close contact of my positive test—my psychologist and a friend I went hiking with the prior Sunday.

I felt like I had texted sexual partners about a case of the clap. Nobody was thrilled, and my friend in particular did not receive the news well.

Day 5 – Symptoms improve

All my symptoms improved except for the worst sinus congestion of my life and the accompanying loss of smell. With some over-the-counter nasal decongestants and a couple naproxen, I was able to return to writing the proposal I had put off for three days.

Day 6 – Sunday morning pseudoephedrine delivery

My initially unsympathetic friend changed her attitude and visited me Sunday morning to deliver pseudoephedrine. Thanks to nonsensical regulations aimed at tracking would-be Walter Whites and curtailing at-home methamphetamine production, pseudoephedrine is one of the few items Amazon or Door Dash cannot deliver.

Day 7 – Internal proposal deadline met

I felt markedly better by Monday morning. Thanks to the modern miracle that is pseudoephedrine, I was able to stave off the severe congestion and make enough progress on the proposal to ready it for Tuesday’s peer review.

Click here for part two of my battle with SARS-CoV-2.

Barely tested COVID-19 vaccinations and virtue signaling

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The masses have taken to Facebook and Twitter to proclaim in pictures the virtues of getting their COVID-19 vaccinations. The elites are no better. In the greatest example of state leaders’ unrelenting narcissism and presumptuousness since Marie Antoinette, United States Vice President Kamala Harris even had her vaccine ceremoniously injected at the National Institutes for Health—naturally, long before us peons had access to 2021’s panacea.

As a friend wryly pointed out, what’s next? Are we to expect photographic evidence of people’s prostate exams and pap smears?

The connected world is a peculiar place—ideological bubbles, cancel culture, virtue signaling, social conformity in degrees Goebbels and the Glavlit could only dream. Social media influencers have become the twenty-first-century equivalent of the cool kids pressuring the isolated and awkward into taking up street drugs to dull the pain of an increasingly alienated existence.

At the risk of sounding like a conspiracy theorist, it’s no secret that big pharma, governments, and media have been inseparably intertwined throughout the pandemic like polyamorous lovers in a threesome-themed porno. All have advocated for prolonging prophylactic measures while pushing the SARS-CoV-2 vaccine onto an unsuspecting, scientifically illiterate populace. For them, their vaccine is their final solution for permitting us to returning us to a normal life.

Big pharma, governments, and media have advocated for prolonging prophylactic measures while pushing SARS-CoV-2 vaccines onto an unsuspecting, scientifically illiterate populace. For them, the various COVID-19 vaccines are their final solution for permitting us to returning us to a normal life.

But is it really? How safe can a vaccine rushed through emergency clinical trials really be? How are we supposed to trust the science done by pharmaceutical companies who stand to make billions? How can we trust the opinions of political elites, including Harris, who often take campaign contributions from these megacorporations?

Thoroughly tested vaccines are wonderful

Vaccines, in and of themselves, rank within humankind’s top five inventions. They brought an end to smallpox and polio and minimized the impact of dozens of other pathogens, dramatically extending life expectancy.

But each vaccine needs to be cautiously assessed on its own merits and never taken lightly. In the right hands, they are miracles. In altered forms, in the wrong hands, they could become biological weapons.

Each vaccine needs to be cautiously assessed on its own merits.

One can hardly accuse Pfizer and Moderna of anything but the best of intentions. After all, we’re tired of sitting scared at home, and if their vaccines truly remedy our boredom and return purpose to our lives, we should be pounding on the glass lobby doors to distribute the vaccine.

That said, I will not be the first in line.

But what about ones rushed through trials?

I get that deadly emerging infectious diseases call for expedient solutions. In fact, in concert with scientists and doctors far better credentialed than me, I once managed and co-authored a proposal to Anthony Fauci’s National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases to create a center just for that.

But SARS-CoV-2 is not the Ebola virus. Only 1.65 percent of the world’s population has even reported contracting the virus. Only .03 percent died from it. 99.97 percent of the world’s population has survived letting the human immune system take its natural course.

While the COVID-19 vaccines appear to be relatively safe for now, the long-term consequences of the vaccine cannot possibly be known less than a year after their invention.

An while the vaccines appear to be relatively safe for now, the long-term consequences of the vaccine cannot possibly be known less than a year after their invention. Only 5 in 5,000 drugs that enter preclinical testing—usually done on lab animals—ever make it to human testing. Of those, only 1 in 5 is approved. And this process usually takes 12 years. Whether you agree with the Food and Drug Administration’s (FDA) decade-plus process or not, it exists to protect human lives.

So why the rush?

Because COVID-19 is a public health emergency, according to the FDA. They assure us, “efforts to speed vaccine development to address the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic have not sacrificed scientific standards, integrity of the vaccine review process, or safety.”

So if a vaccine can be approved in less than a year, then why does it take so long to test and approve everything else? Should we skeptical of the emergency approval process? Or skeptical or the standard approval process?

Let’s assume this is a resourcing problem. The government has thrown trillions of dollars and thousands of people at COVID-19 to expedite processes usually overseen by a couple hundred.

But as even COVID-19 vaccine proponents agree, even with a rigorous approval process, because we have only been distributing vaccines for a couple months, we cannot possibly know the vaccine’s long-term side effects or effectiveness (some are already claiming the virus will mutate) nor its side effects on those of us with pre-existing conditions, like dermatomyositis.

To vaccinate or not—a choice best left to each individual

Ultimately, the choice to vaccinate must be left up to the individual (or her guardian, at least). Like anything in life, she must weigh the risks against the outcome. She must ignore the peer pressure and the Kamala Harrises of the world. She must consider her own body and lifestyle and make the best choice for her.

As for me? I’m waiting for more testing on the immunosuppressed. One drug trial is enough for now.

Silent spring and the summer without an end

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I roll my eyes at the weather app on my phone. The mercury rises above 110 degrees for the fiftieth day this year, obliterating the previous record and taunting Arizonans like some rival home-run king smacking grand slams at will. I press my palm to my face to hide my frustration, only to feel a sweaty film forming across my brow.

Below my third floor perch, an apparition walks its equally ghostly dog. With its face concealed by a mesquite tree, the creature could be man or woman, old or young. I listen for a bark, a howl, even the sounds of children playing, but all I hear is the gentle whir of the ceiling fan and the jet-like sweeps of traffic on Southern Avenue.

Anxious for the weekend, I close the lid on my work computer and migrate downstairs to escape my home office. What used to be my earthly paradise, my escape from it all, has become a prison.

I plop into the leather couch. Our cat, Jane, comes up to nudge me. She might be the only creature in this world glad that I have been home almost 24 hours a day since March. I begin my ritual scroll through shows on Amazon Prime and Hulu. Never before have humans had so much instant access to entertainment, and yet, never before have we been so bored by it all.

The summer of hobbies and low-interest financing

In March, I told a friend Amazon, GrubHub, and Netflix would be our saviors during this pandemic. One glance at my credit card statements proves my prediction.

I smile at my new Fender Stratocaster. The cobra blue electric guitar cost more than anything I own, save for my house and my car, but throughout this ordeal, it has been my saving grace, my one pride and joy. Plus, nothing will motivate one to practice like spending two grand on an instrument.

Truthfully, though every day is a never-ending nightmare for someone as extroverted as myself, COVID-19 has been relatively kind to me. Despite being in the high risk group, I have not been sick. Traffic to and from my frequent medical appointments has been non-existent. I haven’t been laid off, and the few weeks in April my team spent on part-time were a welcome relief from the 50-hour work weeks.

I shave three-hundred dollars from our mortgage payment by taking advantage of low-interest rates to refinance our condo. And I happily obliged car dealers desperate for customers by trading in my expiring lease for an electric-blue Hyundai Elantra Sport.

Perhaps one day I will even look back and see this year as a blessing. But right now, despite those positives, as it has for most of us, 2020 has stretched the limits of my sanity.

Endless summer stretches the limits of my sanity

What started as a spring so silent that Rachel Carson’s classic now reads like the musings of a whiny birdwatcher has turned into an Orwellian summer without an end. Words like social, connotating closeness, have been combined with veritable antonyms like distance, implying far away. Activists obsessed with skin color are being called “anti-racists.”

Masks that may or may not work, depending on which study you cite, are required to go literally anywhere. Police are being asked to shame or imprison those who refuse to comply. Schools all over the country have been canceled, delayed, or gone virtual.

Like an emperor at gladiatorial games, Arizona’s executive branch holds the fate of local restaurants, bars, and gyms in its hands. Thumbs up, you may re-open. Thumbs down, brace yourself for the sun-heated steel of the governor’s sword on your neck.

Our other cat, Bert, curls reposed at my feet. Like most animals, he lives for routine: breakfast the minute one of us rises from our bed, nap most of the afternoon, dinner shortly after he wakes. Lather, rinse, repeat. Same shit, different day. Groundhog Day may be our nightmare, but it is his ideal.

Like a schoolchild awaiting news from Punxsutawney Phil, I cling to the weather app and local news websites. Did Arizona’s health czarina see her shadow today? Will she let my gym reopen? Will we have six more weeks of this infernal summer?

The forgotten man and the perils of one-size-fits-all policies

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Politicians and intellectuals around the country have defended governors’ one-size-fits-all policies for combating COVID-19. Among their boldest claims is that they are saving lives and sparing health-care systems. For them, the ends justify the means—no matter who they hurt along the way.

On June 29, Arizona Governor Doug Ducey forced gyms, bars, theaters, and water parks to again close. They had already suffered March, April, and most of May without customers. Many had to let employees go.

A handful of Phoenix-area gym owners defied the order and sued the governor in county and federal court. They claimed their constitutional rights were violated. Unsurprisingly, the gym owners lost. Though they recognized the hardships bore by the fitness chains, both judges sided with the strong arm of government. In short, they gave the same excuse all governments give when overreaching: crisis.

Yet, lost in the fitness chains’ lawsuits and in the judges decisions is what William Graham Sumner termed the forgotten man—the person whose interests have been neglected, the person who often suffers the most.

Unintended consequences and the forgotten man

This summer, I am the forgotten man.

As a dermatomyositis patient, I take drugs that suppress my immune system, putting me at a higher risk for contracting the virus than healthy thirty-somethings.

Yet, I also need access to real gym equipment to fight inflammation and keep my lungs and muscles strong. Without controlled weight exercises, my muscles slowly degenerate. Breathing becomes a chore. Should I contract COVID-19, strong, healthy lungs and chest muscles will be my best chance of survival.

I am faced with what philosophers call a hard choice: Should I go to my gym to keep my muscles and lungs strong, even at the risk of getting the virus? Or should I stay home and make the most of YouTube workouts and garage equipment at the risk of sacrificing my long-term health?

In March, even before the Arizona governor shutdown Phoenix, I chose the latter. With so little information at the time about the virus, I recalled my internist telling me in January that I was at risk for influenza and shingles. I also assumed the worst would be over by May.

But as the pandemic drags on like a nine-season Netflix series, isolation was no longer an option—for me or anybody else. Amazon Prime freebie workouts could only do so much for my muscles. My mental health deteriorated. My old gym, like so many business dependent on in-person customers, had to bury itself in the mass grave of COVID-19 casualties.

I went to my new gym for the first time on June 9. As I joked with my friend, returning after 3 months of being away is like having sex after three years of being abstinent: You’re sloppy and out of practice, but it feels so good, and the eye candy is worth it.

The government chooses for me

Fast-forward three weeks. I reached the bottom of the stairs in my gym shorts and running shoes when my girlfriend informed me the governor closed the gyms. My face ruddied. My brain wanted to explode. I shouted several curse words and struck the wooden railing with my fist. Fortunately, neither broke.

By late June, daytime temperatures consistently hovered around or above 110 F. Contrary to the governor’s attorney’s presumptive suggestions, working out in the garage or outside is not an option—especially for someone supposed to avoid the sun.

Now, thanks to the Arizona governor’s one-size-fits-all policies, I find it harder to sleep and to breathe.

I’ve tried to make the most of my situation. My girlfriend and I faked our way through Zumba videos. I’m 13 days into a 30-day ab challenge video. And there’s always push-ups and the occasional cool morning or late evening to go for a walk.

All the same, I want to be able to decide for myself what I can do and where I can go. Only I know what is best for myself. And for me, that means not living forever in fear. It means being able to access what I need to fight for my life—both now and 30 years in the future.

Editor’s update: The current and former Arizona health directors do not even agree on the dangers of contracting COVID-19 at the gym.