A Number…

The good doc is saying 10k a day in a couple of weeks. That seems like an unfathomable number to me – it’s both frightening and irritating.

On one hand I understand why she frets. We’ve been on a formal ‘stay at home’ order for a week or so, and an informal one for a few weeks before that. Nothing has changed much. On the few occasions I do go out, it seems like there are still roughly the same number of people just milling about, so I get why she worries, and that’s why I can’t help but think, given the general lack of listening on our part to the order, that 10k a day is part scare tactic.

But then I look at NY. That place is a mess. That place is always a mess. It’s never been healthy there, and the few times I’ve been, I’ve swore to never go back. They could reach 10k a day. You can’t take a city like NYC, with eight and a half million people crammed into 250something blocks, drop a pandemic on them, and expect a different result. It’s their lot in life.

So her hyperbole makes sense on some level.

If fact and science don’t work, or aren’t scary enough to make a dent…make them scarier.

On the other hand, it may not be hyperbole at all, and we really are going to have a gigantic problem in about 14 days.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they really know how all this ends, but can’t bring themselves to tell us. I’m ok with that – I’d rather not know.

Ending has always been, always will be, and is unescapable. It’s part of the deal we get when we begin.

10k is a big number. Thankfully that’s just the ‘infected’ number and not the ‘terminated’ number.

And it’s simply a prediction.

Could be less.

Could also be more.

 

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