When I was 18 I had a bad flu w/a week-long fever that had me talking to the tv and using an inhaler for months afterwards. When I was 27 I saw my dad die from a sudden massive heart attack. When I was 29 I had emergency surgery and —

(1/6 ‘cause I’m insufferable)

my main memory from afterwards is how my throat felt from intubation. When I was 37 I saw my mother intubated. I can also non-humble brag that I have excellent information literacy skills —

(2/6 ‘cause what would I be w/o terrible twitter essays, ha)

and am always trying to further improve my information literacy radar. Experts say that masks seem to be our best bet at the moment.

You can’t wear a mask while you eat.

(3/6 and I’m just inviting people to whine at me now huh)

In almost non-sequitur but then again completely logical conclusion: it makes sense that I don’t want to sit inside restaurants except for takeout and I don’t want anyone in my household to sit inside restaurants —

(4/6, are you exasperated yet?)

until experts are across-the-board confident we have this virus under control.

I also want to support local restaurants through takeout and advocating for state assistance while we’re waiting on better control of this . —

(5/6 almost done I promise)

Trauma (which can linger even from events that are neither wars nor bear attacks?) + logic + information literacy + listening to the collective knowledge of experts = legitimate decisions

One would think?

(6/6, the end, you can breathe a sigh of relief now)