Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome. This stuff sounds scary. Straight out of Steven King's "The Stand". I went shopping today. Then out to eat. The whole time, in the back of my mind, I watched people, wonder where they'd been, did they just get back from China, or did a relative or friend who did, and came back to shake their hand? Or did a relative or friend shake the hand of someone who did?
Oh yes, I'm Polly Paranoid, but when you've caught as many viruses from babies as I've managed to do this year and last, I think I have a right to be.
A simple cold goes through my house like wild fire. Yes, even with precautions and constant handwashing. Even with Lysol spray and Bleach used on countertops and in the bathroom.
SARS. Sheesh, as I looked around the restaurant I came up with quite a few different ways to catch it. None though, I'm sure that haven't already been mentioned in Steven King's book.
In my mind movie, the couple at the next table gave it to the waiter who gave it to the cook, who touched everyone's plates, who touched them too, who went shopping and touched all sorts of things, which was touched by all sorts of others who went home to their families who went out to eat and ...
ugh
Captain Tripps. Randal Flagg is out there..and he's in a mood.