Fear porn ads on TV and radio are still a thing. States have brought back indoor mask “recommendations” (but not mandates). My parents are still nuts about the entire thing. So much so that my father obsessed over the state’s “death count”, and uses it to slam me for “not caring enough”…
My grandmother has had, like, four booster shots (because fear). My cousins rarely ever go out, and almost never without a mask…
But it’s not just my family. Someone told me today that he is no longer doing his job for the year, and all his colleagues have taken “an extended break until next year”, because “Covid means we are focusing on only essential services, not anything else”. And this is in the healthcare sector…
It’s insane. It’s been nearly three years. Less than 500 people have died, here. And yet, still this continues…
“Hospitalizations!” “Daily infection numbers!” “One more person died!”
I honestly don’t see them giving this up, or masks and boosters going away, probably like ever, here…
Which is just sad, frankly.
I assume other parts of the world have moved on, largely?
Certainly not Asia, notably, or fucking New Zealand of course, but I would hope that other parts of the world have, at the very least…
The fact that they're still conducting that charade just reinforces my plummeting opinion of the entire medical profession. I don't know what I'm supposed to do if I get a serious injury or illness.
I expect
youto die, Mr. Bond.Seriously, I've made my peace with the inevitability of death, and it has been... liberating. Not running off to the doctors any time I've got the sniffles (not that I've had them, since my bout with the original bioweapon). I'm okay with kicking off at 70 instead of 85, especially since I don't have children.