Both my mother and father were in good health all the way into their late 80s. And I’ve always been in good health (aside from glaucoma, which is another story). So I’m likely not in the 20% demographics who get infected with coronavirus and then get seriously sick. So I personally am not overly concerned that I’m suddenly going to get sick and die at any moment.
At the same time, I don’t want to get infected, and then infect other people who might be in more precarious health. So I’m taking precautions, like most people.
So far I haven’t shown any of the symptoms — cough, fever, shortness of breath. So it’s likely I haven’t been infected — at least up until 14 days ago. And in fact haven’t even gotten sick once, in any way, in over a year. Which is unusual. Usually I’ll catch a cold at least once a year, usually at the end of the winter when my system starts to wear down from the cummulative affect of all the months of sleeping outside in the cold and rain. But this year I haven’t even caught a cold.
As for the bigger picture, I’m basically taking it month by month. Vaguely watching how fast this thing is actually growing, and comparing it to some of the worst-case scenarios that people are throwing. Like our California governor, Gavin Newsom, said awhile ago the “56% of Californians” could be infected over the next two months. Which would translate into about 25 million people infected. And translate into about 500,000 deaths (going by their 2% mortality figures). So I’m keeping an eye on stuff like that. Right now we’re at about 500 deaths in California. And on June 1rst, two months from now, I’ll take note of where we’re at then, in terms of the actual numbers versus the worst-case scenario numbers. Just to try and keep track of the pace that this thing is going. As well as separate the real fears from the hypothetical fears.
And that’s pretty much how I’m looking at this thing.