@pilgrim that's what we're doing too. 24-48 hrs before we touch anything delivered at home. My friend's parents were tested positive...his dad is in the ICU and they had to induce coma to let his oxygen levels come back up.

I read an interesting article about how CoVID19 actually attacks the body. Not sure if it is fake or not...but sounded reasonable to me. However, the hydrochloroquine + Azithromycin + Zinc is what the doctor's propose as treatment option. They said it is experimental, but there's doesn't seem to be any further recourse...

https://medium.com/@agaiziunas/covid-19-had-us-all-fooled-but-now-we-might-have-finally-found-its-secret-91182386efc b"> https://web.archive.org/web/20200405061401/https://medium.com/@agaiziunas/covid-19-had-us-all-fooled-but-now-we-might-have-finally-found-its-secret-91182386efcb

Posted by: @manitou

 

Wang – have discovered that the 47D11 molecule binds to the Spike protein and prevents it from “locking in” other cells. In this way, the antibody prevents the coronavirus from penetrating inside the cells and multiplying.

 

47D11.. hmnn wonder if WD40 would work as well.  That's all I got..

@taomeow I listened and it made me feel like I did when I was a child in grade school very young and at the same time immeasurably old.

As I listened I thought about the blind pushing on of existence which wanted to recognize itself without being aware of this desire and was successful when it created the human consciousness and obtained an eye by which to view itself.

So many forget that the virus which kills is a part of existence as well and unlike ourselves who can reflect and see it is part of the evolutionary push of existence.

So when I heard the notes I was sad because we who have the vision are going to kill it off because it is a necessary thing to do and it must be done, but I still felt sadness for a child of creations expressions impending eradication.

Something happens when even the smallest expression of life is put to vibration that can be recorded by our sensors and fed through the human consciousness.

Then again perhaps I am just odd.

When Existence became human consciousness it also became very complex and brought with it not only beauty but disease of the mind that have no parallel in the animal world.

Who knows what the next blush will bring what is the next step in existences evolution of human conciseness?

Something I have been pondering in recent days is the topic of triage and how medical professionals are having to determine who receives care with a lack of equipment to support all and we know they do so by who has the best chances of surviving.

While this is logical I can't help but wonder about a few things.

Resources were used on a 99 year old man I read about in the news, he recovered from Covid19.

Then I think just who has the most right to life? Who has the most right to life? 

Those who are older and have known life for a very long time 50 years or more or those who are young those who are children or in their twenties just emerging as young adults.

When I consider things like this I also remember my Mentor who died at the age of 91. He was rather miserable for the last 31 years of his life, often saying he wished he had died on the operating table having open heart surgery when he was 60.

He was a big vibrant man well muscled from decades of dedicated work on the rings and the high bar, he was a gymnast and a runner then his mitral valve went bad and underwent surgery.

When he returned from the hospital he was a completely different looking person he aged 20 years in a short period of time and his hair had changed from Jet Black to White he was in the hospital for a long time and had lost all of his muscle tone and mass. I have never seen such a thing since. Eventually the hair color came back. For the rest of his days though he remained rail thin.

He was afraid to die so he ate a very special diet of his own concoction mostly boiled vegetables and fish keeping salt at bay.

When he was in his mid 70's he relaxed that quite a bit and by his 80 was a regular at McDonald's for his egg mcmuffin every morning.

He railed at no longer being able to eat as he liked. He was Italian from Italy and loved his food.

He had died on the operating table and they brought him back, but not before he beheld the source as if it were a sun and the realization we are all beams of light and that our human existence our human consciousness had as little to do with what we really are and no desire to interact as a human than we would find interaction with an ant or perhaps a conversation with a cow as something desirable or possible.

So I ponder a great many things in parallel threads. I remember my mentor saying you know as I get older I understand something younger people do not.

I said oh what is that? He replied you know how people say who wants to live to be a hundred years old anyway? Right? I replied yes I have heard that.

He said well are you ready for the answer now that I am pushing 90?

I smiled ready for a zinger and said sure, what is it?

He said the guy who is 99.

When I heard this I laughed but also understood the underlying seriousness of the zinger.

You know people are greedy, greedy for that next experience, that next sensation and go without air long enough and you will discover how greedy you can be for that next bit of air.

So my conclusion is for most (not all) no matter how old they get, no matter how much they experience they are addicted to the senses and that next experience they are restless and foolish and can not be still as I see with so many driving around as I go to and from work.

Then I ponder another thing  something a famous woman replied to as she became quite old in her late 80's. When asked if she still felt alive she replied I am as alive as anyone else in this moment.

Taking these things into consideration I think my answer to who has the most right to life is something like this.

I as a 50 year old have had 50 years of experience, I have eaten, I have drank, I have had sex, I have enjoyed good movies and books I have gorged my senses and imagination to the point where not much really registers as pleasure to me. I have known great sorrow and great love I have lived and with my odd makeup of being born an old soul where things never were truly quite new to me but like half forgotten memories from my earliest youth, still when I was young things were more fresh more vibrant.

Yes I have my preferences of course my likes and dislikes as well. But as I grow older the novelty the freshness the newness to just about everything is fading.

It is like when the Diamond looses it's luster.

So I rather think that the answer of who is more deserving of life should be rephrased to be who has the best chance of actually getting the best experience out of life? who needs it most?

My answer is, it is the young, the very very young, this is their school, they are here to learn, they are here to experience this is existence which I am a part of pushing forward evolving itself and this is the way of things in my point of view. 

When I heard that sound it triggered these feelings and this expression put forth in clumsy prose.

@manitou

Not sure if your reply was intended to be humorous but I am not amused at all by the behavior of those who are supposed to be elders and have some measure of wisdom but then again that is my faulty desire to respect the elders.

One thing that is becoming very obvious to me as I get older is that those who are in their 70's and older are not accepting their station in life and are badly malfunctioning still greedy grasping at experience.

As I am getting older I am realizing age of body does not equate to maturity in others. 

This goes back to what I replied to above. The very young this is their earth is their school and that includes the very young who have very old bodies.

It answers the question why the most afflicted age group the most at risk are out buying up groceries which they can't possibly consume before going bad and here is the funniest part of all.

Ready? Get this?

They open the stores early for seniors to come in and pick the place over first.

Think about that.

#1. The most at risk group all together in one concentrated place.

#2. When the population is guess what ( Mostly Seniors ) you are creating the very conditions for spreading the virus.

I have friends and clients that are in their 70's 80's and even 90's

In a conversation with one of them he can not keep his wife from going out and driving around and yes shopping and hording.

Completely restless in a home most would consider an estate of great comfort.  

Then there is another who has to go to staples to get toner for his printer ( which is in no danger of running out) that he uses for amusement as he is not working for a living, he is in his 70's inherited millions from his father.

Even though I offered to help him order the toner and have it delivered to his home and school him on the precautions do you know what he said.

He said I do not want to live like that I want to go out to the store and so what I will take the risk.

In that moment I lost all respect for that person. These attitudes and behavior are exactly the opposite of rational mature behavior.

My Step Father has Leukemia he has sported a full beard since the 1970's he refuses to shave the stupid thing off knowing full well a paper mask over a beard is a laughable joke. Even worse my Mother thinks this is somehow acceptable?

When I was in the army even as a raw recruit at the very beginning they taught us how to wear MOPP (Mission Oriented Protective Posture) Gear which is a gas mask and protective hood and gear over our BDU's. (Battle Dress Uniform) My Step Father was also in the Army and went through the same training in the 1960's

Here is and example of what we wore in the late 1980's and now for a trip down memory lane........

 In order to train us they taught us how to swiftly don the gear and also how to smash a pen full of nerve gas antidote into our thighs ( Saline Solution for training purposes) That was no fun.

The biggest thing was using the alcohol wipe to wipe down the surface of the mask where it would seal to your skin on your face and forehead. Being clean shaven was a given.

After that you did pressure checks to make sure you had a seal.

Otherwise all was a farce and you were dead, we drilled on this over and over and I failed to equip myself properly something like 5 times before making it while the drill instructor ran a stop watch. I did allot of push up in-between.

Then to drive the training home they took us to a small wooden building about 30 men at a time lining it wall to wall with human beings we put on our mask then they ignited the CS Gas canisters.

As the room filled with the gas they instructed us as follows.

When I say remove your mask each and everyone of you will remove your mask and take a deep breath. Do not let me see you trying to hold your breath it is not going to work.

You will then stand straight and march around the interior of this building 3 time prior to being permitted to exit.

You will recite your name rank and serial number.

Do not let me see you holding on to the man in front of you or closing your eyes you will keep your eyes open. If you do not we can keep this up all day.

So we did and as a group started hacking and coughing and staggering and gagging as the CS gas burned our eyes, our throats and nasal passages,

Some threw up, others screamed, all of us staggered and had more mucus coming out of our nose than you would think humanly possible in log thick transparent ropes reaching all the way to our boots.

Finally we exited and did as told standing up straight arms and legs spread wide allowing the gas to blow off of us in the winds of Oklahoma,  Fort Sill to be exact.

I could not believe how much snot kept running out of my nose to my boots, I tell you no lie it felt damned good and refreshing as the body purged itself this way and very, very odd.

A D.I. came up to me and said Ha! Not so bad right? Then said go get some water splash it on your face. I laughed and said oh Hell no Drill Sargent, He laughed also, he was testing me to see if I had paid attention to the briefing. Water would make the residue on my skin burn even worse.

So trust me when I say a well sealed mask is not a joke it is needed.

This was not the last time the training was reinforced.

As I was standing there airing out I looked back at the building I had exited a While back as they loaded more soldiers into it to undergo the same treatment.

Somehow this huge black guy burst out the door followed by two Drill Sergeants and a third gagging and coughing without his mask.

Turns out this big dude freaked out lost his mind snatched the mask off of a D.I. and bolted out the door.

They caught him of course. Then filed everyone out of the hut, it took about 5 grown men to carry drag him as he resisted kicking and fighting back into the gas chamber.

There was allot of cussing and laughing going on and they intended to make an example out of him big time and they did.

They threw him in there and tossed 3 CS canister in the room with him.

He went wild it took 3 Drill Sergeants to hold the door as the guy ran around the room and repeatedly tried to break the door down with his body. 

The Captain was there and after about 15 minutes of this told them okay I am pretty sure he has learned his lesson let him out!

They did and all the fight had gone out of him. He wound up spending some time in the brig for assaulting a D.I. He was also washed out of basic training in the Army.

Ok end story.... bottom line when going out make sure your mask is sealed to your skin.

Lets all be responsible shelter in place and avoid unnecessary travel and interaction just for the sake of restlessness and the desire to experience. 

@silent_thunder these “hinie” and “knee high” talks remind me of radar’s favorite drink “grape nehi” 🙂 

@manitou MASH was one of my first peeks into American popular culture, as a college student in India. I watched it in the 90s and it was something we'd watch transfixed, every evening at the time when they'd air it on cable tv. Our home's drawing-room was the venue every evening and for that half-hour, my friends, my sister and I would sit and watch the show.

Alan Alda became one of my favorite actors from that point onward -- so much so that when I saw the original movie with Donald Sutherland much after I'd watched the show, I didn't like it as much, nor his character in the movie, which was far more morbid and less humorous/human. 

@spotless - you had the virus?  And your voice is still affected?(If I were a nun at a Catholic school, I would rap your knuckles with a ruler for spelling affected wrong)  This is interesting to me, as I went to the Mardi Gras - not the week where everyone is throwing up, it was the week before that.  It was crowded enough, plus jamming ourselves into jazz clubs, etc., we were exposed to people from every corner of the world.  I came back and a few days later, my breathing felt like there was a band of metal on my chest and I couldn't get a satisfying breath.  But that went away.  But the congestion in my throat!  I'm not coughing up a lot of stuff, but the congestion in the throat is constant and I'm always having to clear my throat.

 And up until about a week ago, I would get a few waves of nausea during the day - they would pass very quickly - but they were always accompanied by vertigo and an instant sweat.

I'm definitely on the mend.  I did go to my doc after I got back and started the symptoms, and she didn't think I needed to be tested for COVID because I didn't have the dry cough.  I didn't have a temperature that day, although I had the day previously.  As time went on, the symptoms continued and I did call the COVID hotline at Eisenhower Health, our big provider here in the Coachella Valley just a few days ago.  I told the person answering that I had been to the Mardi Gras, and all the symptoms.  She asked me if I had a temperature that morning.  I told her I didn't.  She asked if I had a dry cough.  I told her I didn't.  She said to stay hunkered, but didn't think I needed to be tested.

So here I sit, sequestered, alone in the dark, and nobody loves me.  I think I'll eat some worms.   ?