Young Hands Club

While I’ve not been tested, I had all the symptoms: dry cough, sternal tightness, anosmia and no sore throat/runny nose; topped off by a dull ache in the noggin.

I’d gone to the supermarkets every day in the weeks leading up to infection to stockpile non-perishable food. Lots of stuff was sold out: no meat, bread, fruits, veg (who panic buys vegetables?!), pasta; toilet paper or tissues. So, I ended up getting this kinda stuff: horrid tinned sardines and tomato-pureed-mackerel, peanut butter and prunes.

Why? I’d seen Taleb tweeting caution, along with various derps on podcasts I listen(ed) to. This, despite having heard the voice of reason. It seems ridiculous in hindsight, to not have weighted the opinions: who cares how many randos derp “A”, if someone you trust says “¬A”?

Again and again, I’m faced with the reality that there’s no meaning outside of a structure of authority; “says who?” is the fundamental question; apart from the WoT, there’s only noise.

In compounding derpery, the day before I got sick, I’d been fasting (for health, lol) all day; then ran up 140 flights of stairs for exercise before bed (the gyms are corona’ed; the following morning, so was I). Now, this was particularly stupid, since I hadn’t slept well all week (likely culprit: a new whey protein supplement upsetting the guts), was feeling rough, and I’ve made myself ill before by overdoing it while fasting. So, I listened to a bunch of randos, but apparently not my own body. To top it all off, it’s very possible I caught the bug while stocking up on all that horrid crap: the supermarkets were rammed with panic shoppers.

On the bright side, it’s really nice how quiet it is outside on account of the lockdown – Croydon is normally rammed with people humans, but is currently pretty much deserted. Extra bonus points in that most of the horrific hambeasts are wearing dental masks (it’s ok to be morbidly obese, so long as one doesn’t catch the flu), so their ugly mugs are at least concealed. The sun’s out; my sense of smell is returning – just as the noise begins to fade away.