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Today I’m in quarantine.
Two of my children had to get tested for the dreaded COVID-19, and there are two more days until we find out what they have. They already ruled out Strep and Flu; all that’s left is a rogue stomach bug and COVID-19. So to lessen the possible spread, we have quarantined the house, two kids to a room. We don’t need the whole household to get sick.
The kids are busy working their homeschooling on various electronic devices. There are the occasional fights about shared chargers, space, etcetera. Then there is the ever said, “Daaad, I’m so bored. (Truthfully, that sentence bores me!) Why does every kid think it is the instinctual drive of parents to prevent boredom of their progeny?
My snappy repartee to their boredom statement question is usually said with a smile, “Room clean?”
That’s when the torrents of objections usually start—what a pain in the ass. But, looking back on it, I did the same things. I always wonder how I survived.
While I’m composing this, I have my hearing aids in (mementos from my Field Artillery days). Anyway, the upside of the hearing boosters is they Bluetooth right into my phone. What an incredible sound, and I am currently listening to Andrea Bocelli. Glorious music. He may not be for everyone, but I had a classical education in the arts, and his music relaxes me like a lazy day.
Back to COVID-19. Things are closing in; the disease flanked and encircled us. There have been many deaths and funerals that have affected us. One of our neighbors passed just the other day. I live in the hottest county of Arkansas. Hottest in this sense means COVID-19 is more prolific here than elsewhere in the state. The last count I heard was 26% of those tested here are positive.
I have known friends for fifty years who insist the death rate is just a little over 2.5%. I don’t think things have set in for them like it is apparent to me. The hospital death-rate is indeed 2.5%, but if you happen to beat the disease and go home, your chances of heart attack or stroke have increased exponentially because of the damage that COVID-19 did while it was tapdancing all over you in the hospital. The other thing that smacks me right in the nose is the fringe deaths. Every ICU in most of the state is full or doesn’t have the personnel. The three local hospitals have no room. So those of us, like me, who have cardiac issues and we have another “event,” there is no room. That is code for telling me that if I have another heart attack, I’m shit-out-a luck. The same is valid for stroke and any other health disaster.
I think the actual rate for COVID-19 and related death is closer to 20 to 25%. Big difference, huh.
But it doesn’t matter at all. People don’t think that way. How our human brains work is — the death rate is either 0 or 100%. It works like unemployment. If you have a job, unemployment is 0%. If you do not have a job, the rate is 100%. Ergo, If you live, the measurement is 0%, die, and the pace is 100%. The statistics tend to muddy the waters.
Now let me segue to something else.
In my upcoming book, I talk about … Eh. The book is a short one, but I loaded it with information that will stretch your belief system; at least it has mine. The good news about it is now I find myself relaxed yet alert. That is not a commercial at all. Neither am I saying it will make you calm.
You may think there are some things in there that tipped the scale of rationality. I don’t think they do, but as I said in the book, “My brain doesn’t think like everyone else’s.”
Why should I? I think like myself, as you should think like yourself.
Perhaps I should fill you in on the premise of the book. The purpose is to entice you to do some brain work. I know thinking can be difficult for some, but it is an excellent practice. I had a Drill Sergeant who made a phrase famous for us all: “Think! I know it’s hard, but you can do it.” What we are talking about here is not the same as some word problem with which you wrestled in your last math class thirty years ago. I want you to think and do it for yourself, not blindly shuffle along behind someone else even if you admire them. Make it your thought, not someone else’s.
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