Swine Flu

There is so much hysteria around Swine Flu in the world right now, and the majority of it is coming from my household.  Robert has insisted that if anyone is diagnosed, they will be banished to the backyard in a tent.  Now, we vow to make the tent nice.  Might even string an extension cord out there for a TV or radio.  He doesn't want to be rash.  The kids have been lectured on washing their hands so much that their skin is starting to get translucent from the scrubbing.  Of course, just like everything else, NOW they say that washing your hands doesn't really help ward off the H1N1 virus. 

Let me give you two examples.  The first:  I'm sitting in an assembly at school and some slob I'm sitting next to, someone with H1N1, sneezes and doesn't cover his mouth.  The second: Someone with H1N1 rubs his nose, shakes my hand, and then I rub my nose.  In which situation am I more likely to catch the flu?

An infectious disease specialist said that the effer who sneezed on me is more likely, much more likely, to give me the flu since inhaling particles results in a bigger dose of the virus.  So, washing your hands wouldn't prevent you from getting the flu at all because some poor bastard is going to sneeze on you and his spittle is going to go in your nose or eyes.  My pediatrician is reluctant to give out the vaccine because they think it was rushed to market. So, I guess we should all live in individual tents in the backyard.  We shouldn't go to work (see how I snuck that in), or take our kids back and forth to school, golf, dance, broadway, performances, boxing, etc., or socialize with anyone else.  Hey, this doesn't sound so bad.  This might be the perfect disease for my laziness.  Sitting in a tent in the backyard, with electricity, and having nothing else to do for a week.  Hmmmmm.