Gossip! That wonderful trade in information and misinformation and lies that lubricates our friendships and quarrels, that provides vital insights to condition our expectations and social strategies. Gossip! That wonderful filler that makes up at least two-thirds of all politics. Gossip! We can’t live without it even when we can’t live with it.
Being reclusive means being gossip deprived, so I have very little to share except that I’m still alive and still well, uninfested by the covid-19 virus — though who can tell for sure? While the disease is tough on a pretty wide age range, geezers with coronary artery disease have a higher casualty rate than most other demographics. There is some informed speculation that some of the medication typically prescribed for coronary artery disease make covid-19 worse — ACE inhibitors and angiotensin II receptor blockers have been nominated, maybe. For more information, see this Science News article dated 03/20/2020. In any case, “geezer with coronary artery disease” is me, unfortunately.
Unfortunately because this virus is not going away any time soon, even if we can keep the rate of contagion low enough to not swamp critical care facilities. It’s also not clear whether covid-19 will leave its victims with effective immunity to reinfection. Unless a vaccine is developed, that herd immunity provided by survivors would be our main hope for relatively quick relief. Even then, the virus will continue lurking as if it were an ambush predator. At this point, there is just so much we don’t know.
If I come down with covid-19, I’ll try to have the energy to document it here, although it may end up being posted after the fact. But should I croak… if you hear about it at all, it will be from this blog, albeit some time later. That is a promise I can keep, actually… unlike Clarence Darrow.
The plague has put my already lagging Geezer Downsizing Project even further behind, but I’m not sweating that.
See ya later, alligator.
Photocopier graphic by Roman.