Well, here we all are in our fourth month of this pandemic. Luckily, I haven’t contracted that stinkin’ virus, unless I was one of those asymptomatic carriers we keep hearing about. Heck, I might’ve have the ‘Rona and not even known it. If infected, you might have a fever and body aches according to the medical experts. Excuse me, Doc, but I am a 62-year-old cowpoke living in Texas where it’s dang near a hundred degrees 200 days out of the year. I’m tired and achy every day of the year, and how am I supposed to know if I have a fever? Sure, I could use a thermometer, but mine exploded when I used it to check the soil temperature in my garden last July.
I am relatively certain I am not infected. I have been staying home or at least on our ranch for most of the time the corona virus has been running amok in our great state. I have ventured out a few times to get essentials like groceries, building supplies and snake oil, but I made dang sure to keep my distance from folks. And I wear a mask whenever I go anywhere.
There are still some folks who simply refuse to wear a mask. They have their reasons, and some have convoluted theories about mask-wearing. One woman wrote a lengthy essay on Facebook on the hazards of wearing a mask. She claims we inhale our own “poisonous carbon dioxide” that’s trapped in the mask. I could’ve replied to her post to rebuke her statement, but my momma once told me to never talk to crazy people. If wearing a surgical mask was hazardous, do you think highly trained surgeons and nurses would risk their lives performing lengthy operations? And, for your information, those surgeons aren’t wearing sterile masks and gown for their safety but for yours.
