VIRUS THOUGHTS

 

Corona.

For my entire life, that word meant one thing... Mexican beer. 

Since I am not a big beer drinker, Corona was a passing thought, especially since I am more a fan of Yuengling Lager! 

All that changed in early 2020.

The media, of course, sensationalized  the entire event, Government overstepped their authority, and people absolutely would not accept personal responsibility.What does it all mean going forward?

So many are counting on a vaccine, but the "experts" have long ago lost the respect they naturally had. When one doubts the talking heads, who can you turn to for accurate information to base decisions on??? 

It seems far too many people are terrified of this pandemic. 99.8% survival rate doesn't compute to me, the fear itself far worse than the virus to most age groups of healthy folks. 

Yes, I know that their have been many unfortunate deaths attributed to this. Some of those might actually be correct. Even the reported numbers are doubted, due to the abused label of "covid-related death",and the refusal of the Press to have honesty be a part of their mantra. 

What if Mom or I got it? 

We are similar, and have had many discussions of life and death. I would not feel much different than I do now, as we are careful and don't put ourselves in position to increase our odds of contracting it. Does that mean we can't get it? 

Of course not. Many folks have been diligent yet, still were unlucky enough that the diagnosis came their way. Some of those, it turns out were false positives, but that figures right? 

My passing due to a virus would bother me only if I left Mom in the hands of strangers. It has been my mission to bring as much happiness to her final years as I could, and for the most part, we've been successful. 

Family history being what it is, the most likely reason for my demise will be what she is going through - Alzheimer's. THAT is a path I wouldn't wish on anyone. I've always just figured I would drop dead of heart disease, since that means I can ultimately enjoy life more by not limiting what is on the menu. Time will tell which path I will follow. 

Mom is a different situation. No way would I want her to go through the awful realities of a lung affliction. She wouldn't understand and stress would be a daily companion. If I can avoid that, I will gladly wear a stupid mask around and keep her smiling. If that doesn't work and we are one of the unlucky ones, we won't act like life isn't fair, we won't regret not hiding in our basement, and we won't demand everyone change their lifestyle to protect others. We all have a choice to make in protecting ourselves. If you don't make it, then one must accept the results. 

We have no delusions of living forever. If we go sooner rather than later, so be it. There is still a lot on the "to-do" list to get done, and hopefully, Mom and I will do most of them together. 

Whether she remembers it or not.