Had my appt. and 3 hour immunotherapy session in the chair. They had good security and a checkpoint at the door, where they asked people questions, made sure they were masked up and took their temperature.
Talking to the Doc, he said they predict that we’re supposed to hit “the peak” this week or next.
I said–but they don’t know that do they?
He said no, they have no idea, they’re guessing.
So it could be another month until the peak? I asked.
Possibly, he said but he thinks it’ll happen sooner.
What worries him is when people can *SAFELY* go back to their lives—-as opposed to when people will say “Oh, I’m sick of this!” and ACTUALLY just start going back to their lives, consequences for others be damned. Because yeah, we’re a big herd of epileptic cats that just can’t take this “horrible horrible torture”.
Mind you, there’s nothing stopping you from going outside and talking a walk, or a bike or car ride. *Just don’t start mingling with people.
I’m all for hitting the peak because it shows progression, as then it’ll start to drop and we can begin THAT span of time.
But yes, after we hit it, that just means a couple more months at least that we’ll have to stay holed up. This worries me. Because *nice weather or not*, if people hear “oh, we hit the peak!” and then decide they can start socializing around with everybody again, which will only start spreading it again.
I wish people would just get it in their heads that this reality will have to stay in place for a while. The SECOND any stay at home orders came down, people IMMEDIATELY started groaning, wanting to get back out, so it’ll just get worse as the weather gets better. Jesus Christ, we might miss some sunny days!
If we just can’t manage to do the smart thing, sure, we’ll all end up getting it, what the hell. An extra, disposable, 100,000 people dying off because Joe Shmoe simply *must* get back to his favorite restaurant. And oh, Plain Jane just *has* to get out there with her girlfriends.
It just pisses me off. When it gets warmer, the cases will lessen but the virus isn’t going away. Warm weather’s not a cure. And there will be a second wave this fall. Hopefully not as bad but with this thing, we have absolutely no real idea if that’s true. Could be worse. Don’t know. Dr. Fauci has said this virus is a moving target and that makes it more dangerous than SARS.
If you get the thought in your head that “Oh, it’s no worse than the flu” well, remember, Brainiac, the flu also kills the elderly and immune compromised too and yeah this IS worse.
If you think it’s no big deal like the news anchor who defiantly went to her grandmother’s birthday party to be with her—last I heard, the grandmother caught it from her and is on a ventilator.
If you refuse to take precautions, like Britain’s PM, Boris Johnson, who insisted on shaking all the hands of all the foreign dignitaries, well, he tested positive and after a few days in bed, “still running the country”, he’s now been taken into intensive care.
And if you somehow think this whole thing is a hoax or a conspiracy—well, yes. Yes it is. And we know where you live and agents are coming to get you with “devices”. So crawl into your bunker and stay there forever. After that, someone will tell you when it’s safe to come out.
*Thank God for the health care professionals that are the ones actually fighting this thing, putting themselves at risk, every day, while we moan about not being able to go out and play. If, when this thing is over, EACH and EVERY city, better goddamn well throw them a parade, or honor them in some way. Lord knows, we have no idea when we can ever hug them again.
We don’t know everything about COVID-19 but we’re getting a better idea on how long the symptoms last, just from the thousands that have had it. A mild case sticks with you for around two weeks.
BAD cases that hit the elderly, the immunocompromised, or anyone really, they can last anywhere from three to six weeks. Imagine someone you loved being put in that position, feeling like there are bricks on their chest, not being able to breathe, finally being put on a ventilator. Imagine them going through this for 3 to an ungodly six weeks. Then, after that hell, they die.
All because it was really nice out, and you really just can’t stand being cooped up and you had to just get out there and screw around with your buddies in the park. Everyone in the group feels fine but two of you had it and now everyone does and you brought it home to the family, as did your friends. Then two weeks later, you all start showing symptoms. and for 20% of the group, it turns into a real shit show or a grave or both.
Sorry, Had to vent. A lot of people are incredibly stupid.
Finally, a comparison. Decades ago, our grandfathers and great-grandfathers were called upon to storm the beach at Normandy and run into the jaws of death…
While we’re being called upon to do this…
We can handle that….right?
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