Dateline, unknown: Writing from an older senior environment… the clocks have all gone crazy… everyone is thinking about the CoronaVirus and although I don’t know that anyone has it, but we won’t really know until tests are given.
On my way back to my room, I saw a woman in the hallway coughing repeatedly without covering her mouth. They put up signs all over-the-place with drawings of people covering theirs mouths while coughing.
It is ironic but the elderly, who are most likely to do poorly with the virus are at a stage in their lives where they are least able to follow the signage. In other words many don’t realize that they need to get out of the elevator when it arrives at the floor whose button they had pressed.
The PT and OT workers are wearing masks. The bluecoats are mostly masked. In fact, now that I think of it the entire staff is masked.
I haven’t really heard it yet, but I think I will: Coronavirus, what Coronavirus?
This is the type of emergency he can’t cry false news about. The thought of dying as a result of a presidential mistake: that’s a tough row to hoe.
Slightly off topic, but I don’t think I’ve ever hoed a row, tough or otherwise. Sounds hard.
Remember, half or more of the people here have some degree of dementia. They are given a mask to wear if they have a cold. But they don’t realize that the mask is so that they don’t spread what might be the virus. But they think it’s to protect them. So when someone comes up to you wearing a mask, and then takes it down when they see you aren’t wearing one; in other words, you must be okay since you don’t have a mask on. So they lower theirs, possibly giving you the invisible hot potato.