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I like to say I am growing old instead of already old. It gives me a better feel for how to feel when the most vulnerable population to the Covid-19 virus is touted as 60+ or 80+ or somewhere inbetween.
In any case, there always seem to be new rules about coping with this virus. I know you are dying to hear them…. forgive the pun. The world is coping but there are consistently more confusing theories about how the virus is spread and regulations regulating how we should lead our lives in the midst of what I call Viral Confusion.
For instance:
When I was a kid, you did not go to a doctor unless you were sick – maybe even really sick. That seems to be the case now too.
2020 Pandemic Rules
Do not go to a doctor unless you feel sick. And even then, call first to see if he/she will let you in. Will this eventually even lead to doctors making house calls again? When our son developed a very high fever, panic set in and we called the doctor who came to our house in 20 minutes, but by that time, the fever was gone. And I don’t think the doc even charged for the visit!
Ah for the good old days.
Do not go to a dentist unless you have a bad toothache. Dentists are just now reopening in my neck of the woods and I think they can be called for more mundance things like cleaning. Check to be sure where you live.
But in the good old days, Mom would give me a clove to suck on or an ice cube – anything but the dentist – to cope with pain. She was deathly afraid of dentists but finally when I was 14 and had a bad toothache, she made an appointment. The dentist found one cavity for every year I had lived and I spent the next 14 weeks getting cavities filled (minus Novocaine!). In those days you raised your hand if the pain was too bad.
Did I say I was growing old or already old? Is pre-Novocaine ancient or what?
Ah for the good old days.
The new scary deadly virus has made me re-evaluate the wonders of staying home. But what about positive changes? Take clearer water. They say you can see the fish in Venice canals now. I would love to take a gondola ride again but this time in clear water.
And now that there is more testing going on, some say if you are blood type O, you have a better chance of not catching the virus or maybe even surviving it. Maybe I can go out sans mask and celebrate shoulder to shoulder in a crowd since I am in the O category.
Or if your ring finger is shorter or longer than the rest, you may or may not be in trouble re the virus. I keep forgetting to size my ring finger.
And how about the urge to flush the toilet without putting the lid down? Do you know how volatile the spray can be as you flush?!
Screaming spreads more virus than talking. Talking may be the New Nasty Culprit that spreads the damned thing.
Disinfecting every surface on earth is no longer advised but don’t stop washing your hands. You may have touched something evil.
All this speculation makes me wonder what people did in the real good old days of The Plague and Cholera. The more I hear or read, the more I ponder this pandemic and all its pros and cons.
Stay Safe is the new Farewell, especially in our emerging “New Normal.”
Stay Safe my friends.
Stay Safe.
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