Tea With Me: 25th March, 2020 Wednesday
Lung Rabies Blues
So for decades now I have noticed as my stress levels rise, my urge to chop my hair goes up. Two decades ago I notified people who give a shit about me that if they noticed my hair was short, it meant I was experiencing higher levels of anxiety. Interestingly enough, during short hair periods, my behavior is pretty even. Even in the pixie periods.
Due to Lung Rabies, salons are closed. I cannot torment my loving hairdresser.
Those little sharp shears lying around have been gleaming as the sixth week of a marginally good shorter cut. I have bi polar hair texture. It is a bitch for even the most hardy scissored professionals to cope with the first time I sit in their chairs.
So now that I do not have access to any salon chairs, I am scissoring my angst.
Today, I like it. Its shaggy cheekbone length more or less and the mullet in the back has had some chipping so I am less distracted by its sprout.
Wow. We are really here.
I find myself listening to my Right-eous. My need to declare my assessment of the thing to anyone who calls or answers when I do. I knew a week or so ago, my Right-eous was all about dressing up my fear.
I am 60. Husband will be 66 next month. We are that demographic. The redzoning age. My siblings are all clustered here also.
So I am going to subject you to today’s Right-eous analysis of what we are in the river with.
I have said before Lung Rabies did not arrive last week when Orange Idiot decided to take heed.
Its been here for not just 3, not 4, but possibly 5 or 6 months of days of mass passing it around.
A friend in England said yesterday the Brits pundits have dispersed an equation to uncloak the Beast among us. Whatever the daily confirmed count, you multiply by 20.
Well today in the US, 12 days into minimal testing, we are at 60+k. Multiplied by 20 is 1.2+m, People.
HA!
I’d say triple that or more.
And in that catchment of invisible activity, is potentially a significant percent of those who are recovering and many more who are recovered from what they thought to be a really bad event.
Our accumulated knowledge of verifiable science about how viruses have worked before beckon forth the logic that there may be plasma filled with antibodies somewhere in those millions.
But we cannot know because the Virus is too new, its behavior is too weird, the potential for mutation is so real and oh so many other terrors in our Night…
Ok. So.
Today the Global tally is we on Earth know from every country who has numbers to report, that 459,544 humans have been confirmed with this. We have Registered Recovereds at 113,767. We have 20,846 who have died.
If we multiply 459,544 by 20 we are at a potential global infection of 9,190,880 today. If the Registered Recovereds are multiplied by 20, we can see a potential number of 2,275,340 as walking, talking and done with that. That is roughly one quarter of infected, Peeps. Are we testing those 2+m for their potential antibodied plasmas? I have not heard of such.
I get so angry, fly off fast, at things I cannot end. Aha, the Viral Teacher Lurks in the corner of my Heart. “Yes, it says. You hit the nail. Now let go that Rage. It hurts your throat.”
I have had this lesson present in front of me before. HA. So many friggin times. And now all the ways my panic wants control…
Guess what…
7.8 Billion people on Planet Earth.
I am swept off shore on the Ocean of these numbers.
We have been told the Death Rate here is not that of Ebola, SARS Or MERS.
We do not really know.
We are floating in the ocean of unknowns.
My Right-eous wants the facts.
My Instinct has a scent.
My Heart knows some of us will end.
Many of us will not.
What we know is this…
We have a dearth of beds and vents. Docs and Nurses too, relative to coming need.
Another lesson in the Viral Teach is we spend too much on Fight and Might and nowhere near enough on Tend.
I pose you this, who don’t believe. Years from now, if you survive, what tale will you have to tell. Did you cluster on the Beach defying with a drink? Did you party at the Pub or walk the outdoor market down the street, thinking oh this isn’t me. Or did you home and beam out love to all you hold so dear?
We all are vectors for the ones who cannot fend.
I am safe. So far all those I reach or reach for me are safe. Human dramas are alive and kicking. People are still weird.
My love goes out to all my Peeps. I am so blessed in your fine collection, I want you all to know.
Take care and send out Love and Hope. It is the only answer.
Tea was Black and Creamed.
Ta.
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