Summer daze and that virus…

It’s been a good start to the day. It does seem that we’re almost done with spring (aside from the pummeling SouthEaster), and summer has moved in already. Thus, I’m sitting outside listening to the radio, catching up on a few emails, paying a few bills and writing a blog post. The garden is full of flowers, and the lawn needs a water. The beagle, having been bathed this morning – much to its displeasure – is on patrol, snorfing around and chasing butterflies.

It’s an idyllic picture. So let’s ruin everything with a handbrake turn.

Looking back at that link above, I’m reminded that this time last year, we were approaching 600 days of Covid lockdown. Believe it or not, there’s still quite a bit of Covid about, although no-one is testing anymore, because of the time and the effort and the money involved – and why spend all that stuff when no-one seems to care? – so we can’t be sure exactly how much.

And so much for this being “jUsT lIkE tHe CoMmOn CoLd”, with this huge overhang of cardiovascular deaths and Long Covid (which is also vastly underreported).

This is just the easily measured tip of the iceberg…

As I mentioned here, I think that thankfully, I’m finally over my issues [touches wood]. But I recently heard from a acquaintance who is anything but. Shortness of breath, palpitations, tachycardia, cognitive issues, that fatigue, and many other issues: just a general loss in quality of life. Ugh. Horrible. In her case, it’s so bad that she’s been admitted to a local pulmonology ward, which is half full of chronic Long Covid cases.
I guess that they’re only based there because it stemmed from a respiratory disease: these are very clearly multi-disciplinary cases.

I realise that it’s hip and cool to poke fun at Covid; to suggest that it wasn’t [note the incorrect use of the past tense] that bad, to weirdly tell people that it was all a “new world order” plan to keep us all under control, (incredible to see how governments were so ready and willing to work together on this one issue when they clearly can’t agree on fuck all else, before or since), to downplay it completely because you didn’t get sick (yet).

If you’re the person making those sort of points, you’re clearly ignorant, uninformed and actually rather callous.

We’re nowhere near done with Covid yet. And yet you can’t get a booster jab in Cape Town for love, nor money. Not that the booster on offer will help much – we need the new bivalent jab over here as soon as possible.

For those who insist that Covid will become just another seasonal viral infection, well, I actually agree with you. I just have two questions: When will that happen, and what cost will it bring – in both acute and chronic caseloads?

Until we have the answers to those questions, we really shouldn’t be dropping our guard – as individuals or as a society – because there’s a good chance that we’re going to end up regretting it at some point.

The outside world

I have noticed (and I’m sure that you have too, looking at reader figures, lol), that a disproportionate number of recent posts have been all about me (me, me). I don’t really have any problem with this, because my most important reader is me (me, me), but this isn’t a decision that I have made: it’s just something that has happened.

Why? Well, two reasons mainly. Firstly, I have been so busy lately that I haven’t really noticed anything else that’s been going on in the outside world. But I’ve told you all about that ad nauseum. And then, when there is time to look at what’s been going on in the outside world, well, why would you want to?

There’s very little encouraging news out there at the moment.

If it’s not war in Ukraine, famine in Eritrea, potential terrorist attacks in [checks notes] Johannesburg(!?!), global fiscal meltdown or the Loud Mouth Space Wanker taking over Twitter, it’s probably something equally depressing like wild conspiracy theories about Covid vaccine side-effects. (Always remember.)

Brushing this stuff under the carpet by simply ignoring it doesn’t solve any of those problems, but then neither does having them thrust in your face by news sites, and being reminded that everything is going to hell in a handbag and all the gory details therein does nothing (or everything, depending on how you want to look at it) for your existential dread.

And so sometimes it’s better to bury one’s head in the sand of lists of jobs, taxiing kids around, and the daily mundanities of one’s own life, rather than having to endure constant reminders of all the crap going on out there.

Thus, I shall probably continue doing just that. Sorry, not sorry.

UPDATE: It’s October 31st, and apparently someone agrees with my sentiments…

Exactly.

Winter is coming

The clocks have gone back in the UK, marking the end of British Summer Time. Of course, that doesn’t really affect us here, where we don’t use British Summer Time, but it does mean that all the football matches in the UK start an hour later than they did just yesterday.

That actually gave me an extra hour before I settled down in front of a warm TV and watched a bit of the good stuff. But today does seem to have flown by. The beagle was thankful to have avoided a bath due to some unexpected, but very welcome, springtime rain.

Last night’s fundraising auction at Scouts was incredibly successful, but also a lot of hard work, and though I slept in a bit this morning, I’m still going to go for an early night tonight. Because that extra hour in the UK means that all the midweek games are going to start at 10pm and finish at about midnight. And I will miss my much-needed beauty sleep.

But right now, the second half of Arsenal and hopefully doomed Forest.

Goodbye MTW

Friday evening saw the broadcast of the last episode of popular BBC comedy panel show Mock The Week, after 17 glorious years.

I will miss it.

Still, at least they went out with a bang…

Oof.

If you need your Dara O’Briain fix, he’s on the current series of Taskmaster on the UK’s Channel 4, and I’d highly recommend that show to top up your now much-depleted laughter bank.

Steps

This week, I’m guess that I’ll be doing upwards of 20,000 steps each day while I’m away. That’s a lot, but I do more than 10,000 steps just about every day anyway.
I did do 10,000 steps every single day for almost three years until I got Covid.

I stopped for a bit then.

But while the 10,000 figure was allegedly a thumbsuck from a Japanese fitness company, there’s new research out which seems to suggest – and hold onto your hats here – that more steps each day… makes you fitter.

I was also amazed.

They found taking at least 8,200 steps a day was associated with lower risk of obesity, depression, sleep apnea, and acid reflux, and the benefits increased with each 1,000 additional steps.
Walking was also linked to lower risk of type 2 diabetes and high blood pressure

But if you thought that was incredible, there’s another surprise for you when you get to the next line:

Walking at a faster pace may increase the benefits even more

Wow. Just wait until they hear about running.