COVID is Like a Bowl of M&Ms
Also, I feel like poop.
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I have Covid.
It’s weird. I’ve been so afraid of this for more than two years. And now here it is. I have Covid. I feel like crap. But it’s no worse, so far, than a bad chest cold — or bronchitis.
Scarier, though. Because while the CDC says that bronchitis (chronic or otherwise) kills 457 people per year in the US, I’m sitting here infected with a virus that has killed more than 1,000,000 people in the US since 2020.
My husband, two of our three kids, and my parents-in-law (who live with us, are in their 80s, and both have Alzheimers) also have Covid.
We all have Covid. And we’re probably all going to survive. We’re vaccinated. In Pennsylvania, where we live, 78 percent of Covid deaths are folks who are unvaccinated.
This feels an awful lot like that old philosophical question about a bowl full of 100 M&Ms. If 22 of them were poisoned and would kill you, would you eat any of them?
By contrast, if we weren’t vaccinated, 78 of those M&Ms would be poisoned.
Or something like that. The math gets fuzzy for me. But honestly, if there was one poisoned candy in the bowl, would you eat any of them?
It’s scary. A little like a horror movie, only from the inside.
Let me show you.
My mother-in-law, Carole, woke us up at 6:30 two mornings ago because her husband, George, had a bowel movement in bed sometime during the night. My husband got up to clean him up and I drifted back off.
Until he called for me to help.
I went into their bedroom and found my Carole standing in front of George’s recliner, trying to push her head into the space between the back and the seat. Remember Mork?
