Unlike the Nora Roberts book, “Shelter in Place”, this situation did not involve a terrorist act which is quickly over, but leaves lasting echoes in one’s life.
(Big Nora Roberts / JD Robb fan, and their audio books are keeping me company as I work to fill the hours and avoid Der Orangevone on the TV daily, as he thinks his idea of a “press briefing” is a great time to bully people, and hold a campaign rally).
So, we’re all working hard to learn the differences between S-I-P, Quarantine, Lockdown, and what we can and cannot do. And, we’re getting lectures from friends and family about what “we” should be doing….
with further clarification:
And, then we get to an update as to what “essential” businesses and workers may mean:
Clearly, California is trying hard to define “essential” workers, and limiting access to seniors for cross-contamination of their fragile community members.
However, I submit to you that – so long as you have workers going in and out of the senior care facility on a daily basis, for up to 3 shifts per day, that you are still risking those seniors.
While I am being very careful to stay away from my friend with dementia, this extended period of time of her being refused visitors and being isolated in her room seems to be overkill – so long as they let their workers return home each evening to their family and especially their children.
It’s kind of the same argument that I have about airport security “theatre”. Since most x-ray equipment can’t detect plastic weapons that don’t have a “gun” or “bomb” shape, it’s more theatre than actual protection. As has been proven again and again when someone gets a plastic gun through security.
So, I tell you all that to tell you this – I’m not stupid.
I have been self-isolating for years, but especially since August 23, 2015, when my doctor finally agreed that disability was in my best interests.
So, to have friends (yes, the Melaleuca connection), feel free to go out for a ride in the country, ignoring all warnings about traveling beyond their local home area, and by not being out for any specific reason beyond the fact that they needed space and fresh air, all while lecturing me to stay home and let the kindness of friends and strangers strangle me to death with their caring, is entertaining.
Yes, I’m that perverse. The minute you told me not to do something, you also guaranteed that I find a way to do it, and safely, while chanting, “You’re not the boss of me!” under my breath.
The fact that I am still alive after numerous hospitalizations, despite being disabled, despite being told that my ability to get things done despite my breathing numbers is amazing… blah, blah, blah.
At the end of the day, we’re all going to do what we think we “need” to do; what we think is “right” to do; and what we think that it’s “safe” to do; all without risking the health of ourselves and others.
When you’re number’s up it’s up. My only goal is to not take anyone else with me when that time arrives because I was too stupid to understand what shelter-in-place restrictions really meant.
Be safe out there.