In the Northeast, the rate of Covid-19 transmission and infection is dropping down to the point where I only have two Covid patients left on my service.

Both of them are relatively young and strong men who will likely need oxygen for the rest of their lives.

Be that as it may, the focus of life as we emerge from isolation, is now on prevention of spread and trying to keep the horror of March / April / May from happening again.

(We all know it’s going to come back in the fall, but for our own sanity, we’re “whistling past the graveyard” and trying to pretend it didn’t happen)

But it did.

I’m Sorry

When I unilaterally declared on a previous blog post that it was over, I was only thinking about it for us… here where I live. Not for the rest of the country.

For that I am sorry.

It isn’t over.

I will not go into politics, but I will go into the discussion of willful ignorance and stupidity.

I would have thought that when the New York area was going through three months of death and upheaval, the rest of the country would have paid attention. When every outlet (official and unofficial) was advising us all on how to stop the spread of this virus, society as a whole would have listened.

But no.

The medical professionals have listened and are now using the best practices that we developed while we were in hell, to attempt to salvage life. But the populations in the Southeast and Southwest do not honor their healthcare workers, they do not honor their elderly, and most of all do not honor themselves, and do not take measures to protect themselves.

I’m not saying that everyone is doing it, but enough people are blinded by selfish desires couched in the finest rationalizations, to cause spread of Covid and invite death into their midst. The way to stop the spread is well known.

It’s easy.

Grow up, wear a damn mask. Wash your hands. Social distance.

It’s not political, it is human.

In this season of exposed lies, of exposed fear, and exposed hatred… be that spark that exposes love for one another.

Wear a mask.