On Sunday, we traveled by train from London to Brighton and back. Few people were on board going to Brighton, but the return trip train was crowded.
A couple who traveled for about a third of the trip sat near us, the male coughing intermittently.
Last night, we went to the theatre. (Saw John Lithgow performing "Stories by Heart", his own one-man show. Excellent.) The young lady sitting next to me was sniffling and coughing. She was obviously nursing a cold.
I sat squirming in these semi-crowd situations. I'm supposed to "avoid sick people," according to the basic recommendations for handling MDS.
How do you do that on a crowded train or in a sold-out theater?
The situations induced slight paranoia. Better not breathe, I told myself. Better not touch anything, like the armrest you share with that young lady. At intermission, I asked Penny to switch seats with me. I doused my hands with Purell. Even considered sticking some up my nose. (Would that disinfect the air I breathed?)
Doesn't this young lady know that this cold she's sharing with us theatre-goers could kill me?
Well, no actually. How could she know that? Bet she hasn't even heard of MDS. Besides, just because she has a cold, doesn't mean she must lock herself away until it goes away.
And, besides that, you (I) can't avoid everyone in the world who has a cold.
And, besides that, could it really kill me? Or would it just be more severe for me than a cold used to be?
Is this nuts? Will I drive myself nuts?
And, now, I'm about to get on a plane for an 8-hour flight. God forbid anyone coughs or sneezes in that environment!
A couple who traveled for about a third of the trip sat near us, the male coughing intermittently.
Last night, we went to the theatre. (Saw John Lithgow performing "Stories by Heart", his own one-man show. Excellent.) The young lady sitting next to me was sniffling and coughing. She was obviously nursing a cold.
I sat squirming in these semi-crowd situations. I'm supposed to "avoid sick people," according to the basic recommendations for handling MDS.
How do you do that on a crowded train or in a sold-out theater?
The situations induced slight paranoia. Better not breathe, I told myself. Better not touch anything, like the armrest you share with that young lady. At intermission, I asked Penny to switch seats with me. I doused my hands with Purell. Even considered sticking some up my nose. (Would that disinfect the air I breathed?)
Doesn't this young lady know that this cold she's sharing with us theatre-goers could kill me?
Well, no actually. How could she know that? Bet she hasn't even heard of MDS. Besides, just because she has a cold, doesn't mean she must lock herself away until it goes away.
And, besides that, you (I) can't avoid everyone in the world who has a cold.
And, besides that, could it really kill me? Or would it just be more severe for me than a cold used to be?
Is this nuts? Will I drive myself nuts?
And, now, I'm about to get on a plane for an 8-hour flight. God forbid anyone coughs or sneezes in that environment!
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