Showing posts with label sickness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sickness. Show all posts

Friday, March 6, 2020

Corona Not Flu!



The title is a play on a Ramones song, "Carbona Not Glue" that I hope you remember. If not,
here it is: The Ramones: Carbona Not Glue
Anyway, it's been a crazy roller coaster week, not only because of much personal busy-ness but the ever changing line up of democratic presidential hopefuls and that pesky "novel" virus. The stock market gone hay wire, people are dying (not good!) and our government is dropping the ball, as usual.
One week truly feels like a year. Here's an instructive and complicated anecdote: Last week, it was mentioned that a young woman who works in the office of the auction house (where I have worked for 14 years (!!!)) was off on another trip. Not paying too much heed, I casually inquired as to where she had gone. The answer was, "Washington State and Seattle." I was struck later that night, as we listened to the nightly news, that Washington State was being implicated in a couple of unexpected Corona virus cases. A day later, one person had died and a few more cases were diagnosed. I began to wonder if her trip had been a good idea and what was going to transpire when she returned. I asked our general manager- who just happens to be the young woman's mother- what her daughter was up to in Washington.*
Her mother (our equivalent of a HR person along with other hats) gave a perplexed laugh and shrugged and said, "Maybe I shouldn't have let her go. Maybe I'm not a good mother! Hahahaha."
 I became concerned.
Yes, perhaps the media likes to inflate the next enormous or tragic story but this particular issue has some teeth. F'rinstance, "they" (health care providers, epidemiologists and the like) aren't even sure exactly how where virus this came from or how it has spread so quickly . And we know there is no cure, and that it seems to be popping up all over the place... and worst of all is that we don't seem to be doing anything to effectively contain it here! The Orange Menace has proclaimed it "shut down" and "under control" and has incorrectly stated that "a vaccine is just around the corner" (in reality, a year to 18 months away!) He also "had a hunch" that few people would fall ill and that "many
people will have a mild case and even go to work". NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!                                                                                                    
I became increasingly alarmed when I was greeted with the morning news that 11 people in Washington state had died as a result. I expressed my concern to Bob and he agreed that I had a right to feel uncomfortable about working next to a person who had traveled to the very region that's Ground Zero. I shared concern with two of my co-workers and approached my boss. I guess I made it clear that I wasn't being alarmist and that many of us are older than 60 and are in a high risk age group, even if we tend to be pretty healthy. (My boss is well into his 70's and has had a nasty respiratory infection for several weeks: I don't think he'd be smart of mix in a possible cross-pollination with Covid 19!)

 This scanning electron microscope image shows SARS-CoV-2 (yellow)—also known as 2019-nCoV, the virus that causes COVID-19—isolated from a patient in the U.S., emerging from the surface of cells (blue/pink) cultured in the lab.
Fortunately, he was responsive and went to talk to our general manager about having her daughter "self-quarantine" for a week or ten days. It still remains to be seen whether she will have the self restraint to stay home and check herself for symptoms. I am already preparing for my response if I go to work on Tuesday and she's there. But hell, her father as well as her mother work with us and won't they bring germs to work, even if she resists coming in? Stay tuned!

* And I'm not being judgemental, but this young woman is in her 20's, not considering her own- or anyone else's mortality! and probably being age-appropriately irresponsible. She comes back from her trips with tales of binge drinking and the like. I think I'm trying to get across the thought that her life is probably a seething petri dish!

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Sharin' the Ills

I'm certain that all of my followers have tuned in this morning to hear my phlegmatic updates on the state of my health. Thankfully, my cold seems to have tacked a gentle course and I recovered enough to go to work yesterday. Other contributing factors have conspired to make a muscle in my neck and shoulders be spasmodic and twinge-y and then I pulled a back muscle while twistin' and liftin' (not recommended) a bucket of horse slops... Not having a good week, physical being-wise!
Yesterday while gathered around the communal luncheon table at work, I expressed the idea that I believe being ill- whether with some major affliction like consumption or pleurisy or some temporary malaise such as my cold- should make one more beautiful. 'Cause you know how that goes: you wake up (wishing you hadn't) and then you look in the mirror and your skin is grey and there are bags the size of a Texas airport beneath your eyes and then you really feel ill! (How's that for mixing metaphors; I really must still be sick!) And why, I asked my worker colleagues, does entertaining a cold make you stupid? I haven't felt especially sharp, barely up to the task of blogging.
On an entirely different note, there was an incident- as yet un-elaborated- at the end of our driveway last night. As I progressed up the road on my way home from work, I couldn't help but notice flashing lights and many cars- police and otherwise. Our driveway was partially blocked by a Southbury cruiser so I initially had images of Bob being hauled away to the hoosegau for art theft or home appliance murder...
Ah yes, that leads to the fact that I'm not the only sick member of the household. Our washing machine is on the fritz. Yesterday, Bob dumped the towels soiled during our friends recent weekend visit into the machine. The machine (of uncertain vintage) proceeded to fill and fill and fill with a Sorcerer's Apprentice volume of dirty soapy water and promptly overflow. We scooped and bucketed and scooped and bucketed some more, thinking perhaps it had simply become jammed with too many soggy bath sheets. But the machine again began to belch forth copious gallons of water so Bob unplugged and we bailed anew. We are awaiting a voltage tester (being delivered by a friend) to see exactly which switch or sensor is out of sorts. I wouldn't have blamed Bob (or me!) for shooting the machine. There are now ten or so soaked and filthy towels lumped in the shower and on the bathroom floor. We didn't need this excitement.