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.