I’m thinking about Texas since I lived there for 17 years, but goes for any state with morons. So, you know, everywhere… I worked as an RN in Austin, a town in The Hill Country, and know people all over the state. But the principles are the same.
Has all of this COVID-19 stuff been a big wet rag on life as you knew it? Probably. Are you too young to know that when you’re actually grown, a year is nothing? Likely. It’s one set of holidays and work weeks (if you’re not still living in your parents’ basement). Are you old enough to know that this isn’t how you want life to be? Yup. But here’s the thing… if you don’t follow the guidelines, the only thing in your future that people will think of is your funeral. And they’ll talk about how you wasted your life over a mask. A 50cent mask. That’s the price you put on your own life. I’d have said at least a buck.
Do you know what happens when someone is sick in a hospital whose capacity has been exploded beyond what they can deal with like they normally would? If you’re lucky, you get a new oxygen mask/cannula every week like normal- but with shortages, you may have the same snotty one for many weeks. Someone will pick the boogers out now and then with a needle. If you end up on a ventilator (vent, from here on out), you will be knocked out. You won’t have a clue- until they run out of the medications used to make being on a vent tolerable (vents hurt, and the more pressure needed as your lungs stiffen up from damage caused by COVID-19, the more it hurts- so you are knocked out for comfort reasons). Then you’ll have a big clue- because you will be tied to the bed so you can’t remove the tube going down your throat into your ratty, stiff lungs. You’ll know everything that’s going on, and each time the vent gives you a breath, you will want to scream. But that can’t happen when there’s a tube between your vocal cords. You won’t have any family or friends around during this, unless they’re dying in the next bed- and they’re no good to you then. The patients in this video are so quiet- because they don’t have the the ability to get a good enough breath to speak…
SO, are ya having fun yet? Excruciating pain, tied to the bed, with a tube the size of your little finger ramming air every 3 seconds or so, into your restricted lungs ? Sounds like a party to me! You’ll have a catheter going into your bladder to drain urine (which, if you’re not familiar with catheters, is put in the same hole you’re used to urine coming out of), until your kidneys fail- and then dialysis until it quits working, after which you’ll die over a week or two max. It won’t be fast, but long enough to wish every second that you’d made different choices since they ran out of the good drugs a week before you started circling the drain. . You’ll also feel every time they have to stick a needle into your wrist, so they can see if you have enough oxygen in your blood- not just the little painless oxygen saturation monitor. You. Will. Hurt. Like. Hell. But, go ahead, make plans to be in close proximity to those not wearing masks- and you could bring it home to your family. Any one of those you’re eager to get rid of? No guarantee the ones you like won’t get it instead. And no guarantee the refrigerated truck will have enough juice to keep all of the bodies cool enough to get to the funeral home, who only has time to stick you in a box and put you in a public grave- to be sorted out later. The bodies are piling up too fast for proper identification by family, and families aren’t allowed in the trucks. SO, you end up in a mass grave. Until someone fishes your soggy boxed body out of the dirt in several months. Think this is too dramatic? These guys got the only trucks they could find- unrefrigerated. They did the best they could. And you could end up in a truck like this… your body decomposing so that fluids drip out of the truck.
Maybe you could ask the state to let you hang out in one place to drink and party. Those ICE Detention Centers should be empty soon. In theory, they could be used for people who don’t think the rules should apply to them. Cages sound appropriate for you. Here’s the thing, though. Nobody leaves until everybody tests negative, which doesn’t start until after the initial 14 day quarantine. If you get sick during the time nobody can leave, you get no care at all (which is fair no matter where you are- why should the ones bucking the guidelines who get sick get the last vent over someone who has followed every CDC guideline, and was made sick by a jerk like you?). If you get sick in the detention center, you might skate through with something that feels like a bad flu- or you could end up dying after days of gasping for air. Your body will begin to decompose, and the smell of putrification will sting the nose of anybody still alert enough to notice. It will be like a hot August afternoon on a Texas backroad where 3 adult deer were hit by a truck three days earlier. Times however many people have croaked at the center who are also rotting.
Maybe you’re one of those ‘spiritual’ sorts who gets wasted on Friday night, so the hangover is gone by Sunday morning and you can pass muster at church- which is also blowing off public health. I’m a Christian; I grew up in a church I loved going to several times a week. If your faith isn’t strong enough to go without being in a particular building once a week (minimum), then the virus guidelines aren’t the biggest issue in your church career. Church isn’t a building. It’s the people in it. You can come up with some creative ways to worship and still live. Is ‘fellowship’ important? Yup. But would God give you a brain to understand scientists who study the things He created? I think He’d be mortified He gave you a brain at all.
What about what happens after you test negative? Well, the full story isn’t really known since this isn’t a virus anybody has seen before all of this started. Lung damage is likely from what is known. And more is coming out about brain damage. That could mean seizures (so medication and no booze for the rest of your life), or worse- as in staring off into space, wearing diapers that your friend from high school that you hated is changing, because she went to nursing school while you were boozing it up at the bar during a pandemic. Sound fun? Your petty dislike of that high school adversary changing your drawers, wiping crap off of your butt, and then putting moisture barrier cream on your nether regions , to prevent you from getting DIAPER RASH? At age 21 ? Your. Life. Will. Be. Over. As. You. Know. It.
Or, you could wear the mask for however long it takes to protect yourself, AND those around you, and live long enough to celebrate at the bar when the virus is less of a risk than falling off of the barstool. If you’re still wanting to do what you want when you want (because you’re a selfish brat that acts like you’re still 3 years old), then you could speed things up and go sit in a low-water crossing during a gully-washer. None of those who drown thought it would happen to them, either- and how many of you (in TX for sure) know someone, or know someone who knew someone who was swept away during a flash flood? People will still talk about how stupid you were at your funeral (if they find your body), but at least there will be people you didn’t contaminate, still alive, to pay their respects.
Grow up – or become the poster child for birth control.
What happens to a body when the morgues and funeral homes are overrun? Search for “Farm of Rotting Bodies in Tennessee”. Warning – it’s very graphic.