Isolation, distancing, handwashing
I understand some of the reasons for what we are told to do.
I understand the vague concept of herd immunity, but not the ins and outs of it in this Corona virus phenomenon, which, I gather, is not like other viral epidemics. As a medical student, I never took to epidemiology. It is mathematical in a way that probability and statistics are mathematical, and they always provoked mild panic in me.
In the mid-1970s, virology wasn’t much in evidence on the medical course. As for handwashing, the Professor of Microbiology, one P A Boswell, told us that since urine is sterile but hands are most certainly not, men should wash their hands before having a piss, not after. That has stayed with me.
In an idle moment in Dublin several decades ago I did one of those personality questionnaires that appeal to vanity. It told me that I was more than a little fatalistic. Oddly enough, for such questionnaires are often drivel, I could see that there was truth in that verdict. I am indeed.
So despite my unwilling, chuntering conformity with most instructions from on high at present, a large part of me thinks we should remove all restrictions and let nature take its course.
People will die.
People will die anyway. Part of the present hysteria stems from the expectation that “I can live for ever”. The NHS panders to the notion of immortality and to the notion that at 70 I should feel as good as I did at 20. And it encourages irresponsibility in that people think they can do what they like in the expectation that the NHS will sort them out. In this regard, the NHS is complicit – but that’s another story.
People say “we should protect the vulnerable”. Why?
Both Susan and I are in the at-risk category, or soon will be. One of us is 70, the other 69. One of us has diabetes-2, the other asthma with a propensity to chest infections. One or both of us might die. But that’s going to happen anyway.
If treatments must be rationed, I can’t see why I should be favoured more than younger people with dependants. I have a great future behind me: theirs is in front of them. There is a discussion to be had on the allocation of resources in hard times, but it seems nobody will have it. Instead it all comes down to unexamined “motherhood and apple pie” sentimentality.
Earth cleanses itself
I’ve never had any doubt that there would be some catastrophic event that culled humanity. I’ve wondered about an eruption of the Yellowstone caldera such as may have wiped out dinosaurs; or an extraordinarily large eruption of sunspot plasma that would completely disrupt the earth’s magnetism, electrics and electronic communication; or wars over the availability of water; or MRSA; or viruses.
There are too many humans on the planet. Nature will deal with it. One thing I’m sure of is that if humanity is wiped, viruses and bacteria and archaea and insects and … will still be around, so evolution can get to work again.
It’s extraordinarily arrogant of humans to expect that other creatures of this earth, including viruses, should stop doing the what-comes-naturally for the sake of human comfort.
I am in control of nothing. Thou art in control of nothing. He/she/it is in control of nothing. We are in control of nothing. You are in control of nothing.
They, viruses, have the future in hand.
I can probably survive like this for a week. The prospect of 12 weeks makes me reach for a sharp knife with which to slit my throat. Of course it’s possible that economic factors will mean no pensions, lootings, hyperinflation, supermarket fights, no food, so I could well have died before then through inanition.
It will do me no harm to live day by day without expectations, even though I find that extraordinarily difficult.