We’re not winning.
At least that’s the way it looks.
With ruthless slayers like Ebola around, every day is a nightmare.
Even right here at home.
The Annual Epidemic
With winter well on the way, World Health Organisation figures expect around 3 to 5 million cases of influenza, with between 250,000 and 500,000 deaths.
Didn’t know flu was that deadly, huh?
Which makes you marvel at how amazing our professional medics are.
Doctors, nurses and all kinds of support people work round the clock to make us well. Long hours are the norm, lack of sleep, living on coffee. If the rest of us tried to work like that, we’d be living in chaos.
But medics are made of tougher stuff. Always ready to help – never ready to quit.
Look at that amazing organisation Médecins Sans Frontières. All volunteers, all resolute to give of their best. Up against killers like Ebola, nobody shows more concern or commitment.
Human bodies might be weakening, but never has human spirit and care for each other ever been so strong.
We ought to have more respect for these doctors. And we do when we remember.
But we backslide, because that is human nature.
As fast as doctors achieve a win, we’re seem equally determined to lose – careless of any dangers, sloppy in our hygiene, derelict in our regard for ourselves.
No wonder we’re not winning.
In our daily lives we let billions of germs surround us without a thought – viruses and bacteria intent on us as prey – natural born killers.
We know the risks – and yet we still take chances.
We prepare food in sometimes shocking surroundings. We forget or avoid washing our hands. We eat dodgy stuff, rush out in all weathers – and then wonder why we suddenly come down with something.
Kind of an insult to all those medics, don’t you think? We treat our body with contempt and then expect them to fix it. Never a thought about avoiding trouble in the first place.
“It can’t happen to me,” we think – without realising the game has already changed.
Yes, Ebola’s bad – and there’s no cure yet.
But through our own carelessness and dependence on miracles like antibiotics, there’s suddenly no cure for a lot of things.
While we weren’t looking, a whole slew of viruses and bacteria have found ways to resist the medicines we throw at them. MRSA alone has developed into 270,000 strains.
And look at the price of our carelessness.
We go into hospital for a routine operation – say a hernia, because we big deal lifted something without help. A tiny routine tummy cut, keyhole surgery, no problem.
The doctors take care, the nurses take care, the recovery team take care. And then we don’t wash our own hands, going to the loo. All set to be discharged – bang, MRSA.
Do we have a death wish or what?
Higher Hygiene Levels
It’s time to up our game. To hike hygiene habits up a level that evens the odds.
We’re still going to be careless. We’re still going to forget washing our hands. But we CAN do something to keep ourselves more safe.
Sterilise our surroundings.
If there aren’t any germs around, we can’t get sick.
So you watch.
As more and more of us realise the threat, we’re going to see new ways of winning.
Like misting up the place with hydrogen peroxide every day – oxidising viruses and bacteria to nothing before they even get near.
Easily done – and it’s all automatic.
Score 1 to us, yay!
Let’s get back to having a ball.
Originally posted on 22 July 2018 @ 3:36 am