I just titled the Word doc I’m drafting this post in “coronavirus.docx.” Mark my words, one year from now, I’ll find that sucker on my laptop and have a panic attack worrying about who’s hacked me.
And speaking of panicking…
I think we’ve officially reached the point at which the non-stop media coverage of the Chinese coronavirus has gone on for too many days. I no longer have enough energy, adrenaline, or interest in worrying about what might happen if I catch the virus (though I’d be lying if I said I’m not worried at all about family members who may be at risk).
Here’s the thing: based on the numbers (and I only acknowledge numbers from the US, because we have no reason to believe we can trust any other country right now), coronavirus has infected far fewer people than the annual flu. And, of those infected, only a small percentage of cases proved fatal.
Yet, here we are with professional sporting events (did I just expose myself as a non-watcher of sports?), concerts, trade shows, and such all being canceled. That’s— at least for me— what made all the fuss/ anxiety/ franticity (not a word, but it should be) justifiable.
When you see major businesses willingly turning away huge amounts of money, that’s when it sounds like we’ve got some major shit to deal with, right?
But, like I said, worrying and panicking just leaves you exhausted. And prolonged exhaustion weakens the immune system, which, as of now, is our main defense against COVID-19. That, and staying the hell away from everyone (but let’s face it, even the most hermity of all hermits still has to have at least some human contact).
As for me, my strategy is simple: I’m not leaving the house any more than necessary (I’m self-employed and work from home anyway), and I’m avoiding fresh produce and takeout for the time being. Nothing but pre-packaged foods, sweatpants, and these four walls for now! (I’m kidding, kind of— I also wear leggings.)