R U a Covid Mary?

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To keep it all real, right from the get-go (even back in the pre-vaxx era), the death march of the Coronavirus could’ve been slowed, perhaps even halted dead in its tracks, IF humankind had united to comply with all of the easiest, most painless, disease mitigating strategies imaginable; e.g.: mask up and stay at least two meters apart in public and hunker down at home as much as possible. WTF is so tough about ANY of that?

I find it utterly incomprehensible how, even now, over a year and a half later, people are still whining, boohooing and throwing hissy fits over (in no particular order) not being permitted to [1] view (oft forgettable) first run flicks, [2] root for (pumped up on performance enhancing drugs) professional jocks, [3] zone out on (gas guzzler) race cars going ‘round and ’round in circles, and [4] pig out at some eatery (be its rating greasy spoon or 5-Star swank).

I’ve gotta ask, are such superspreader venues really, Really, REALLY TO DIE FOR?

Truth be told, it’s been society’s widespread, flat-out resistance to these basic precautions, which has needlessly prolonged the human suffering and (so far) has snuffed out (the known) 4.3 Million members of our human family.

There are side effects, too. Such (are we there yet?) childishness inordinately pressured the entire white lab coated community; so much so that these learned souls were not permitted sufficient time to… oh… say…

Add more muscle to the vaccines; discover the very elixir that could’ve not only immunized us, but also would’ve wiped our nasal passages free of Corona-V; thereby making it damned near impossible for the vaccinated to become Typhoid Marys. I do suppose we outta update that. Let’s rebrand ’em as Covid Marys.

And while its understandable that frustrations do surface re the anti-vaxxers, that does not mean that vaxxed folks, who are still able to shed Corona-V, should be permitted to do whatever they God Damned please.

Of late, we see far too many of these Covid Marys haughtily venting their outrage; i.e. seemingly (conveniently?) forgetting that children under the age of 12 (to the tune of 48 Million in the U.S., alone) have yet to be FDA OK’d for inoculation AND that the vaccines cannot protect the immunocompromised (there are at least 10 Million such souls in the U.S., alone).

That totals out at 58 million at risk Stateside people! And, lest we forget, there are too damned many less fortunate nations, worldwide, where few, if any, comprehensive inoculation programs have even been established. Indeed, we’re now speaking of veritable billions of at risk souls! Factoring in humankind’s wanderlust / globe-trotting nature, that means, wherever people go, Corona-V can easily become an unseen, hitch-a-ride stowaway.

The entire point being that UNTIL the risk of Covid-19’s spread becomes negligible, nobody is truly safe! To refuse to mask up in public, be one inoculated or not, IS the height of irresponsibly!

(Obviously, the acceptable exception being medical issues, which contraindicate facial coverings.)

Full Disclosure: This yet to be vaxxed man, most assuredly, is NOT an anti-vaxxer. So WTF gives? Well, to cut to the chase, I am the exact opposite of the hypochondriac. Throughout most of my nearly seventy years, it has not been my nature to camp out in doctors’ offices. Unless I’ve been injured beyond my body’s ability to repair itself, I’ve relied on Ma Nature to be my primary care physician. By the by, my last ER room treated injury (back on 07/21/2017) was even inclusive of a jab to protect me; not only from Tetanus, but also Diphtheria and Pertussis.

Now here’s the rub. Turns out that such a way of life, has been fully compatible with my sheltering at home during the pandemic, so much so, that this near-hermit did wind up lulling himself into a false sense of security; to the point of procrastinating; i.e., not rushing out to get my jab(s) in a more timely manner.

And now, that I really, Really, REALLY DO want to mask up and head off to my local pharmacy to vaxx up, what I fully expect to encounter will be the non-masked, vaxxed Covid Mary store patrons. No doubt, there will even be a few non-masked, unvaxxed shoppers, tossed into the mix, too. And lest we forget, mask effectiveness breaks down unless everyone is wearing ’em. Anyway, that any of these customers could easily infect me with Covid-19 and the bat shit crazy transmissible, far more deadly delta variant, long before I’m fully protected?

Well… let’s just say that I’ve woken up from night terrors far more pleasant than suffering such a fate.

Alas… long sigh… that’s the bed I made for myself. Looks like I’ll either lie in it or die in it.

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Vaccine Hesitancy? NOT!

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To cut to the chase, the Corona-V hesitancy, which I’ve been experiencing, has little to do with the vaccines, themselves. My reluctance involves actually getting out there to get my jab(s).

I mean, Trump, having willfully aided and abetted the avoidable, yearlong, nationwide rampage of Corona-V (and now it’s nasty varmint variants), I simply do not want to set even one toe into what I refer to as Donny’s Diseased Dystopia.

I doubt even donning a Hazmat Suit could adequately ease my apprehension about breaking quarantine. Additionally, how, pray tell, (ha ha?) would I ever manage to roll up that “suit of armor’s” sleeve?

So, what would ease my angst?

Well, that boils down to my ideal inoculation scenario. I’d much rather venture forth during a virus suppressing, summery heatwave; wind up in some open air parking lot; preferably adjacent to a hospital ER; the syringe wielder being a methodical, non-stressed out MD or RN.

Such terms also stem from my deep consumerism roots; my looking out for my own well-being predating the pandemic by multiple decades. After all, any medical potion or procedure has potential side effects; hence, being a gurney (not an ambulance) ride away from help doth seem prudent.

Ergo, until my ideal Covid-19 vaccination scenario (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) materializes; until the human race achieves herd immunity; the following pandemic protocols will remain my / our next best, stay alive modus operandi.

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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