Spot the victim
This Virus thing is becoming rather tedious.
I can hear the radio that Herself is listening to, and The Virus seems to be the sole topic all day, every day.
Right. I know how to wash my hands as I have been instructed multitudinous times. I know I am supposed to cough into my elbow. I know I’m not to stand withing six feet of someone if they are sneezing at me. I know all this yet they keep assuming I don’t and keep instructing me.
I also know the symptoms – cough [I cough occasionally especially if I’m eating a dry biscuit], fatigue [they should try walking a mile in my shoes and they’ll discover what fatigue really is], fever [difficult to tell, as my normal temperature is abnormally low] and shortness of breath [which I occasionally have as a side effect of my medications]. So at any time of day I may or may not show the symptoms. I just wait a few minutes and I’m back to normal again. Except with the fatigue of course as that’s permanent.
One aspect I like is that they have invented a new game here – a sort of National Treasure Hunt. Play starts when they announce a new victim with only two hints: gender and whether they are in the East or West of Ireland. The game then starts on Twitter with people guessing the locations of the victim. Rumors abound with people quoting “reliable sources”. The first game started with a victim in the East who was male. Rumors announced that he was definitely in Louth, Dublin and Greystones [the latter coming from someone who absolutely knew for certain]. It eventually transpired that the victim was in Glasnevin in Dublin. Sorry, Greystones!
The newspapers are getting very inventive on ways to cover the topic. “How to tell your child about Coronavirus”, “The economic impact of Coronavirus”, “All you need to know about Covid-19” and even an article on “How to wash your hands”. For fucks sake people – give us a break.
I’m not in the least bit worried about this bug in spite of all their hysteria. If I get it, it will probably be the end of me as I am considered “high risk” but then I have to go sooner or later so I’m not worried. There again it would probably turn out to be a mild case of flu.
Anyhows I have to go out now.
I have to go down to the village where I will doubtless mingle with a few males in the East of Ireland.
Your press/MSM in the Isle of Erin seems much the same as ours in Albion: total hyperbole, everything is impending Armageddon, and the Four Horsemen are on their way.
I just came across this [the obvious result of a lack of information] –
How to get to the front of a large queue – cough loudly, then when everyone turns to stare, say "This is the worst I've been since I got back from China".
If I have it then I have happily shared it around the village this afternoon.
Much the same here across the pond, although having our imbecile president contradict everything the medical experts say adds a bit of fun.
Just one case in California and they declare a state of emergency? Wow!
I am now scared as I find because of my advanced age I am in the at risk sector of the population. What should I do ? I already went to the supermarket and bought extra toilet rolls, so did my wife so we now have to store the extra toilet rolls under a tarpaulin in the garden. Should we spray the toilet rolls with disenfectant before we use them ? Now we have a new concern;what if our garden floods and the supply of toilet rolls is washed away ? As an aside I made my home-made antiseptic spray from meths and bleach but it has a bad habit of blistering our hands, but at least we are germ free !
The main thing is to die with a clean arse [and don't forget to change underwear].
Here in Ireland the main thing is to stock up on loaves of bread. Each house has a duty to clear out the local supermarket. We can survive anything so long as we have dozens of loaves.
The only reliable way to disinfect a house is to burn it to the ground.
I decided that if the Cheltenham National Hunt Festival was cancelled, I would take the thing seriously (and the upside would be that going home from school would not take hours through the traffic caused by tens of thousands of racegoers). The Festival is going ahead, which means that the government is not worried and everyone will have to get out of school as quickly as possible after the afternoon bell.
No need to worry. The Paddy's Day Parade is still going ahead so everything is grand.
There are now 7 different types of coronaviruses, some of which have the same symptoms as the new Corvid 19 including the common cold and the various types of of the flu that pop up every year. In fact, by the research I've done, it seems that Corvid 19 has less symptoms than the others types have and no symptoms at all in some people. Result? Panic all around, thank the media.
And it's not the actual illness that will do us in either, it's the response to it. Shut down everything they say. All modes of public transportation, stores, schools, theaters, restaurants, cruise ships and–oh yeah–crash the stock market while they’re at it.
And all because someone caught a cold in Wuhan China and gave it to their neighbors.