We thought for sure that the governor of Georgia was going to issue a shelter-in-place order today. So sure that, rather than wait to have our groceries delivered, my husband ventured out to the grocery store to buy...all of the food they had, apparently. We are well stocked, in case of nationwide lockdown, zombies, or bears.
Actually lighthearted zombie apocalypse references are not as funny as they used to be. One of my lifelong fears...earned when my mother nearly died when I was eleven because a nurse fucked up her IV after gall bladder surgery...is that I will die due to someone else's stupidity. It's a combination of that experience plus the fact that as a "gifted" child I often really was the smartest person in the room, including the adults, and that shook my confidence that anyone in charge actually knew what they were doing most of the time. Plus people often don't listen to me even after I have been proven right over and over again, because sexism probably but whatever the reason it's maddening. (I'm also a frequent victim of the "That idea sounds to much better now that a man has re-stated what Sara just said" phenomenon). In other words, the world gaslights me a lot and I identify with Cassandra of Troy to an uncomfortable degree.
I've also been sick a lot in my life, with fairly serious respiratory infections as a regular feature of my childhood. I've almost died a couple times in my life, and had potentially life-threatening diseases a couple more. They suck, btw.
I'm having a hard time right now. I'm literally watching my worst nightmares play out in real time on a large scale. I am not ok.
So while I wasn't crazy about my husband leaving the house to venture out into a world full of people with no common sense but WITH germs, I thought hurray, at least the governor is seeing reason. He is about to do something useful. I'll have to take back half of the disparaging things I have said about him.
Except (spoiler alert) not so much.
Both Brian Kemp, the governor of Georgia, and Donald Trump, the president of the United States, were scheduled to make remarks at the same time. I listened to Kemp, because I gave up listening to Trump for my health a while ago.
My thoughts while listening to
Governor Shotgun: "He sounds like one of my students reading his
paper in front of the class. Not one of my better students. When is he
going to get to the point? Why does he call it Cooo-VID? I too am from
Georgia, sir, and I don't talk that way. Surely he is about to
announce a lockdown. Ah, shit."
My thoughts while
listening to Trump: "Why won't he stop talking. Why. Won't. He. Stop.
Talking. This is Hell. I got stuck in the worst timeline, I want to
get off. SHUT UP. The lack of lightning in this scenario is starting
to erode my faith in divinity and the very concept of goodness. I am
succumbing to existential despair. Hell is empty and all the devils
voted for this sonofabitch. SHUT UP."
Kemp closed bars and
nightclubs, and banned all gatherings of more than ten people, but he
stopped short of issuing a shelter-in-place order for the general
public. This while our hospitals are already swamped and Grady
physicians are weeping on YouTube.
It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enough.
I hear Trump is already making noises about lifting the paltry restrictions that are currently in place, rather than imposing a nation-wide lockdown, because something something the economy (translation: rich people can get tests when you can't, and they can get treatment when you can't, and they don't care if you die, they only care about their stock portfolios). Except the joke's on them because millions of dead people are also bad for the economy.