Wending my way through this life has been interesting to say the least. As I enter my (what I hope are) twilight years, I find myself in a unique position. I have gone though my life without a lot of medical problems. The removal of my tonsils when I was 12 was the only surgery I really needed. I still have my appendix and have very few medical issues. A few tetanus shots, necessitated by stepping on rusty nails, was all I ever needed. Until now.
Welcome to the land of Covid! I did the responsible thing I got my vaccinations. I had 4 of them to be exact. I wore my mask. I isolated. I did everything just like the CDC recommended. And for the first year all was well. And then I had some work done on my house. Very nice man. Single and only a few years younger than me. An anti-vaxxer. He was careful. He wore his mask. Ya da, ya da, ya da. He caught Covid. When he was first diagnosed, he called and enquired as to all my family and friends, sure that my house was ground zero. Nope. I didn't have it, nor did any of my friends.
He finally traced it back to some one he had worked with on some plumbing job. So he let me off the hook on that one. Yes, he was going to get vaccinated! Then, no, he was not getting vaccinated. He did not know what was in the vaccine. Of course he doesn't know what is in the food he grabs from the deli every day either, but you know how men are.
And then, after two years of dodging the Covid bullet, I finally seen the second line appear on my covid test. I was devastated. I had been so careful, but I had him for supper one night and the next morning he tested positive for a second time in only a few months. That was all it took. Responsible? I think not. Talk about Typhoid Mary!
I do have to say this, if you are vaccinated and still get Covid, you will have a lighter case. I am very glad I was vaccinated, because had I not been, I am sure I would not be writing this today! For the first day I slept most of the day and ate very little. Second day was not much better. I am still in quarantine. I do not care if I ever leave this house again. I do not want this again!
The above was written several weeks ago, but it is still fresh in my mind. I do not want to get that crap again, but here is the deal. It is still out there. It is still being passed around and I am sure it is still killing people. I have the masks that I wear which are the approved ones, but I seem to be the only one wearing one. I went to Walmart yesterday and there was myself and one other old lady with a mask. I go in the neighborhood drug store and they wear no masks. A few employees wear masks at LaGreese, but very few of the customers wear one.
I used to have Covid stats in my toolbar and checked them every day, but then I decided that was no longer necessary. So where do we stand on Covid? I do not know. I sometimes think I am the only one worrying about it, but then I may be the one in charge of worrying. The sad thing is I remember the days of iron lungs in hospital corridors and the death toll from polio. I remember the days before vaccines for childhood diseases when quarantine signs were tacked on the front doors of houses and the inhabitants could not leave until the doctor said they were clean and free of germs.
I also remember that when I had my babies, I dutifully took them for thier "childhood" vaccinations. There was never a question of whether they wanted them or not, just something we did. It was being good citizens and that is what good citizens did. It is a little hard to find people of my era that does not carry the small pox scar. And now there is something going around called Monkey Pox. De ja veau?
Could very well be!
