I was excited for flu season to end.
The constant handwashing after doing anything, the hot water accidentally scalding my hand, and the soap sucking the life out of my moisture barrier. My hands were chapped and cracking. When winter break came around I thought:
"Finally, my hands will be able to recover since I don't need to worry about catching anything from my peers!"
Oh boy was I wrong. A little something happened, that nobody expected. A new type of viral pneumonia was appearing in the Chinese city of Wuhan.
I will admit, I was anxious. However, when I found out the wet market where it originated from was shut down, it did calm my nerves a bit. I thought:
"Maybe they'll be able to control it?"
But the cases kept growing and growing. When a case was finally detected in my country, I got very anxious (again).
For a bit of background information, I have always been afraid of becoming ill. So this whole new virus arriving in my country was not a pleasant thought for me.
I was scared that I would get sick, and get the ones I care about sick. I was scared of the pain. The mental, physical, and emotional that would result from all of this.
So now (especially) and in the past I frequently wash my hands, try to reduce contact with people who are showing symptoms of the cold or flu, and reduce my contact with others when sick. I want to reduce the chance of risk for myself and others.
That seems to be about it for part 1. I hope to keep uploading content and I hope you enjoyed reading it!
P.S. Don't forget to wash your hands! :D
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The Roaring Pandemic: The COVID-19 Experience
Non-FictionJust some thoughts and feelings about the current situation. #12 in global (April 9th 2020)