Viruses don’t care about people because they are barely alive, it’s possibly not even alive. It’s just a shell surrounding a strand of RNA. When it attaches to receptors on a cell this gets into the cell and makes copies of itself so that new viruses are made.
Viruses don’t think, they are tiny. Saying that they attack people is like saying a thumb tack attacks your feet when you stand on it. The pain happens but it wasn’t caused by the thumb tack but by you for not looking at what you are doing.
Attacking, war, invading, fighting, phrases that anthropomorphise the virus. Making it sound like a human invader. But it’s just in the environment. It gets passed on through contact between humans. On your hands, if you cough or sneeze, on surfaces. Wearing masks and sanitising your hands are there to prevent it being passed on. Getting a vaccine will help you and help others. But the virus is not jumping on people and attacking them. We, us, humans are the way it travels….
Today was second vaccine day. On a cold afternoon I went to a health center for it. It was probably colder and wetter than it was twelve weeks ago. It was certainly very windy.
It was great to get inside, everyone was socially distanced. People were seated around the edges of the room but I was ushered straight through after having my temperature taken. I think that was because I was on my second jab so they had already got my details.
A couple of minutes later I was being asked which arm I wanted the jab in. The nurse said ‘sharp scratch’ but to be honest I didn’t feel anything. After utting on my coat I went to sit with a group of people sitting a couple of meters apart. Ten minutes later, with no obvious side effects, I was allowed to go.
I went shopping on the way home. I feel fine, just an achy shoulder, and that might just be the pain I sometimes get in my frozen shoulder. Onwards and upwards. I hope the world can roll out the vaccine everywhere, not just in rich Western countries.
February starts with a continuation of the #30daysketchbookchallenge. Instead of a daily challenge we are being asked to do something on a monthly basis. I could have spent far more time on this. The whole month in fact. But I just decided to draw a simple daisy design. Perhaps the centre is reminiscent of a covid19 particle. You decide….
My friend took this photo so I hope they don’t mind me sharing it. But I wanted to find out what causes this sort of overgrowth. I’ve seen twigs fused together before but is it a virus or a fungus? Or is it caused by insects. A gall? Any info?
Lockdown, I can only go out for exercise and do essential shopping.
But when you think about it, it’s not that bad. I’m not stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to. I am warm, I have food, I cn talk to people on the phone or online. I might be getting a bit bored. But it’s not like in the past, when I was a child. On Sundays everywhere was closed. No one that worked in simple, low paid jobs, could afford a car. Very few eople had tv’s and there was only one channel and a few radio stations. Computers didn’t exist except in universities or in the armed forces. The air was dirty and polluted, coal fires were the norm to heat houses. It was a different world.
Now we are linked? Possibly too much. But if we stay away from each other as much as we can? Things might just get better…
I guess we won’t be going anywhere this New Year’s eve. And yet that’s not a bad thing. Usually we visited friends to get away from the noise at the pub across the road. They were always rowdy and played very loud music that had such a loud base beat that it shook the house. Dum dum ddiiddi dummmm.. Each year seemed to get worse. I didn’t complain because that’s what people do.
So what shall we do, we might go for a walk in the afternoon if it’s not too icy. I think it would be nice to find our scrabble set, or a chessboard. I do sound like an old fuddyduddy, but I just want to be cautious. Virus news is that the infection is escalating. I’d rather stay in and be safe….
The poppy appeal this year won’t be able to do door to door collections, the Royal British Legion are urging people to download printable poppies or order them on line. I don’t have the link to their site but I’m sure there are more details available. As with the NHS earlier in the year they are asking people to put pictures in their windows, in this case a picture of a poppy. I will print a copy of this and put it in our window and send them a donation. Poppies have been the symbol of remembrance since the end of the First World War over 100 years ago in 1918. Lest we Forget.
From Monday people will have to wear masks in shops here in England. That doesn’t bother me, me and my hubby have both been wearing face coverings of one thing or another since lockdown began.
What does bother me is the outcry against them. A Tory MP tore up his membership card because of it.
Now our Prime Minister is saying it could all be OK by Christmas!
This is after over 45000 deaths that have been attributed to Covid 19 since it arrived here.
I’ve had a couple of family members that have had it. One is still affected a couple of months later. They told me it’s nothing like a touch of flu. That it’s really bad, and they didn’t get it badly.
Now I’ve got one friend telling me it’s all fake, not real, all a conspiracy! Another said she wouldn’t have a vaccination or allow her daughter to have it. Why? Why would you put your granny, or uncle, or child at risk because you don’t believe in a virus? Why would you not wear a mask to protect others?
And why would you not take a vaccine if it was safe? When Edward Jenner came up with a vaccine for Smallpox maybe the people in his day were against it. But why now? How many people are alive today because they were vaccinated. In this age of Fake news we need to use our brains. Not believe the first thing that someone says on the Internet. We need to fact check maybe.
But most of all we need to be safe and wear a mask and wash our hands.
I’d had some of my paintings on display at a lovely art shop in Stoke called Serendiparty. It was displaying local artists work, and also art workshops for a creative experience. Unfortunately the lock down happened soon after it had opened up, so the people didn’t visit and it’s had to close.
This is so sad. The person who ran it is called Phil. He really wanted to bring something new to the town. He is still creating his own artworks and has decided to work from home. I wish him the very best. He deserves it for trying hard to make the place work.