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The thing that really bugs me most is we knew for months this shit would spread and eventually show up in the US. Instead of developing a working test kit we developed garbage and had to scramble 6 weeks late.

The rest of the world has surpassed greatly in this area and supppsedly we have world class healthcare. Yet SK can hold drive through testing which takes 5 min and then give you a result in 3 hours and NYC has only tested 35 fucking people.

People keep reporting there is no screening of international visitors or people returning at the airports and even though Pence said testing criteria was expanded still only critical cases are being tested...why??
 
From an Asian restaurant in N King county.

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This seems a bit OT, since it isn't specifically corona-related, but I happened across an interview of a 1918 H1N1 Flu survivor.

I thought it might be a nice bit of something slightly different for the thread, and I thought it was cool as another lens for viewing our current habbening. I found some interesting parallels, like her description of an overburdened medical and mortuary infrastructure. We know, mainly in China for now, that "traditional" medicine is being heavily relied on as modern supplies and methods bump up against various problems. That happened in 1918 rural Alabama as well.

This lady certainly never imagined at the time that her experience was part of a major event in recorded history, and I'm sure she didn't expect her first-person account to be recorded by Alabama's official Department of Archives and History. For all any of us know, part (or all) of this thread and the stuff collected in it could very well find its way into some historical record eventually.

The lady's name is Edna Boone; she sat for this interview at the tender age of 100. Survived the 1918 flu and lived to be a hundred. Boss lady.

I've spoilered both the video interview (11 minutes runtime) and my transcription with minimal tweaks for clarity, plus links / bits of extra context.


My name is Edna Register Boone.

I was born in 1907 in rural Houston County, Alabama.
We moved away from the farm when I was three years old and moved into the little town of Madrid; still Houston County.

Times were troubled - a war going on, a flu epidemic that followed the Boll Weevil. Three catastrophes, right there.
A new disease, just like another epidemic would be perhaps. Maybe not the flu, but something else. It would be a new disease, and we would have to learn to deal with it.

I was ten years old, and my family was the only family in the little town that did not contract the Flu. Therefore my parents became automatic nurses.
They nursed every family in town, and one family in particular was outside of the town limits.

My father and Uncle Eli, which is what we called his manservant, dug a common grave and buried three people in it - Mother, Father and a young daughter.

Unfortunately we had no sanitary conditions in the area at that time, so the people were buried in the clothes they died in and wrapped in the sheets.
Because there was no way to - no one to wash the bed linens for them. So they were buried in a common grave.

I do not remember a single Church burial caused by the Avian Flu. It was prevalent. The greatest problem, of course, was getting medication. We only
had one doctor, Dr. Andres, a wonderful man. He did the best he could. We had no penicillin, no sulphur, nothing to treat that dreadful disease.

Of course there was wagon loads of sick people lined up at his front door all the time. If you loaded a sick person whom you could no longer help,
and put them in a wagon - which is what most transportation was - put 'em in that vehicle and take them to Dothan, or to a hospital, chances
are that patient would be dead when they got there. Okay, if it wasn't, there would be no room. The rooms would be filled. The Doctors would be
worked to capacity. That's why most families just buried their own dead.

The Flu itself... the so-called - I think they called it the Avian Flu, affected the throat and the windpipe and the chest. And lack of medication;
we had a little drug store and he had a pharmacist, a hired pharmacist. But he could only supply paregoric, or maybe Mentholatum. I don't know
what kind of ointments they put on your chest but that's about all there was.

And my mother would take a half teaspoon full of soda and put it in a glass of water, for each of us - my twin brothers and for me - and we
would drink that before breakfast. I've often thought that that's what saved us. She said that that soda would neutralize the system, and we would
be less subject to pick up the germ. It must have worked, because we were the only family - entire family - that escaped having that dreadful flu.

It was my job as a 10-year old to take food to people, to families, that were all of them stricken. Mama would put a gauze bandage around my face,
and she kept sterilized fruit jars on the stove at all times. And she would fill those jars with soup, or whatever there was, and I would take the
jars to the home of an afflicted family... knock on the door, and leave the food at the door for someone to come pick it up. It was not a pretty
picture.

It was my job to see that the, you know the old-fashioned ranges that we cooked with, had a hot water reservoir attached to the side of the
stove. It was my job to see that that reservoir was full all the time. Of course I had to haul water up out of the well, but that wasn't hard for a
10-year old. Anyway that and it was my job, my twin brother's job, to see that there was plenty of wood cut for the fireplaces and the stove.

One thing I remember that my father did - there was an open space on one side of our house, I would say the west side of it. Papa ploughed up,
totally, I don't know what the measurement was but I'd say a fourth of an acre, and planted sweet potatoes. And I would say that half of the
community lived off that potato patch. Because no one was able to go shopping, no one was able to cook. If they could, they'd bake a few potatoes
even if it was in the fireplace.

I knew I had to participate. I knew that my family was being protected. I was raised in a Christian family, and we held our evening prayers. I was
just - I knew I had to do my part.

I came home one day, I don't know where I had been, but I came home and Mama was stretched out on a pallet in front of the fireplace. Oh I panicked.
"Mama! Mama are you - are you sick?" She said "No, child. I'm just so tired. I wanted to get as close to the fire as I could." She said "I knew if I
got into that bed that (Edna laughs) I might not ever get up."

We were like a great big family, you might say. I doubt if we had 200 residents.
It brought families closer together, and it brought our little town closer together, because we all suffered losses. One way or the other, if not
through war then through the epidemic.

Oh my goodness, what if it happened? Suddenly, say even in three or four days some sort of epidemic sweeps through. I think the only thing I could
suggest about that is to be aware that it could happen again. Children need to learn about what could happen. Of course I'm sure hospitals are
aware.

But the shockwave that sets in when something like this happens kinda stuns people, you know, they go beyond thinking correctly.
And lots of times I would come in and I would cry, because of all the sickness that was around me. And I knew that that sickness was deadly. It was
depressing to me.

Be aware. Be aware.
 
So lil Kim is threatening to shoot Chinese people who come to close to Bestest Korea. Oh there are oh so many amusing ways this can go down. Not the least of which would be Xi stampeding a herd of Uighur at NK to let Kim do his dirty work for him. While Kim's state of panic and desire to not get infected is understandable, where and who does he think his food comes from? I mean other than the feeble hope that Trump decides to crank call every Domino's in the world to deliver to Kim's address?
Now why would Mr. Pooh Bear want to waste all those bodies that could be better used for experimental vaccine tests and organ harvesting?
 
This seems a bit OT, since it isn't specifically corona-related, but I happened across an interview of a 1918 H1N1 Flu survivor.

I thought it might be a nice bit of something slightly different for the thread, and I thought it was cool as another lens for viewing our current habbening. I found some interesting parallels, like her description of an overburdened medical and mortuary infrastructure. We know, mainly in China for now, that "traditional" medicine is being heavily relied on as modern supplies and methods bump up against various problems. That happened in 1918 rural Alabama as well.

This lady certainly never imagined at the time that her experience was part of a major event in recorded history, and I'm sure she didn't expect her first-person account to be recorded by Alabama's official Department of Archives and History. For all any of us know, part (or all) of this thread and the stuff collected in it could very well find its way into some historical record eventually.

The lady's name is Edna Boone; she sat for this interview at the tender age of 100. Survived the 1918 flu and lived to be a hundred. Boss lady.

I've spoilered both the video interview (11 minutes runtime) and my transcription with minimal tweaks for clarity, plus links / bits of extra context.


My name is Edna Register Boone.

I was born in 1907 in rural Houston County, Alabama.
We moved away from the farm when I was three years old and moved into the little town of Madrid; still Houston County.

Times were troubled - a war going on, a flu epidemic that followed the Boll Weevil. Three catastrophes, right there.
A new disease, just like another epidemic would be perhaps. Maybe not the flu, but something else. It would be a new disease, and we would have to learn to deal with it.

I was ten years old, and my family was the only family in the little town that did not contract the Flu. Therefore my parents became automatic nurses.
They nursed every family in town, and one family in particular was outside of the town limits.

My father and Uncle Eli, which is what we called his manservant, dug a common grave and buried three people in it - Mother, Father and a young daughter.

Unfortunately we had no sanitary conditions in the area at that time, so the people were buried in the clothes they died in and wrapped in the sheets.
Because there was no way to - no one to wash the bed linens for them. So they were buried in a common grave.

I do not remember a single Church burial caused by the Avian Flu. It was prevalent. The greatest problem, of course, was getting medication. We only
had one doctor, Dr. Andres, a wonderful man. He did the best he could. We had no penicillin, no sulphur, nothing to treat that dreadful disease.

Of course there was wagon loads of sick people lined up at his front door all the time. If you loaded a sick person whom you could no longer help,
and put them in a wagon - which is what most transportation was - put 'em in that vehicle and take them to Dothan, or to a hospital, chances
are that patient would be dead when they got there. Okay, if it wasn't, there would be no room. The rooms would be filled. The Doctors would be
worked to capacity. That's why most families just buried their own dead.

The Flu itself... the so-called - I think they called it the Avian Flu, affected the throat and the windpipe and the chest. And lack of medication;
we had a little drug store and he had a pharmacist, a hired pharmacist. But he could only supply paregoric, or maybe Mentholatum. I don't know
what kind of ointments they put on your chest but that's about all there was.

And my mother would take a half teaspoon full of soda and put it in a glass of water, for each of us - my twin brothers and for me - and we
would drink that before breakfast. I've often thought that that's what saved us. She said that that soda would neutralize the system, and we would
be less subject to pick up the germ. It must have worked, because we were the only family - entire family - that escaped having that dreadful flu.

It was my job as a 10-year old to take food to people, to families, that were all of them stricken. Mama would put a gauze bandage around my face,
and she kept sterilized fruit jars on the stove at all times. And she would fill those jars with soup, or whatever there was, and I would take the
jars to the home of an afflicted family... knock on the door, and leave the food at the door for someone to come pick it up. It was not a pretty
picture.

It was my job to see that the, you know the old-fashioned ranges that we cooked with, had a hot water reservoir attached to the side of the
stove. It was my job to see that that reservoir was full all the time. Of course I had to haul water up out of the well, but that wasn't hard for a
10-year old. Anyway that and it was my job, my twin brother's job, to see that there was plenty of wood cut for the fireplaces and the stove.

One thing I remember that my father did - there was an open space on one side of our house, I would say the west side of it. Papa ploughed up,
totally, I don't know what the measurement was but I'd say a fourth of an acre, and planted sweet potatoes. And I would say that half of the
community lived off that potato patch. Because no one was able to go shopping, no one was able to cook. If they could, they'd bake a few potatoes
even if it was in the fireplace.

I knew I had to participate. I knew that my family was being protected. I was raised in a Christian family, and we held our evening prayers. I was
just - I knew I had to do my part.

I came home one day, I don't know where I had been, but I came home and Mama was stretched out on a pallet in front of the fireplace. Oh I panicked.
"Mama! Mama are you - are you sick?" She said "No, child. I'm just so tired. I wanted to get as close to the fire as I could." She said "I knew if I
got into that bed that (Edna laughs) I might not ever get up."

We were like a great big family, you might say. I doubt if we had 200 residents.
It brought families closer together, and it brought our little town closer together, because we all suffered losses. One way or the other, if not
through war then through the epidemic.

Oh my goodness, what if it happened? Suddenly, say even in three or four days some sort of epidemic sweeps through. I think the only thing I could
suggest about that is to be aware that it could happen again. Children need to learn about what could happen. Of course I'm sure hospitals are
aware.

But the shockwave that sets in when something like this happens kinda stuns people, you know, they go beyond thinking correctly.
And lots of times I would come in and I would cry, because of all the sickness that was around me. And I knew that that sickness was deadly. It was
depressing to me.

Be aware. Be aware.

On that count also a bit off topic, but here is a rather decent documentary of the 1918 flu in the U.S including many interviews with a focus on the human impact, first saw it in College. Though when it was made the primary fear was bird flu which it goes a bit into.


Eddit: another decent on as well from 10 years ago, also saw this in college. The masks didn't do shit. Not supprising how much we mirred China's current measures with a additude that we had to do something, even if it was the wrong thing, but at least it's something.


Another eddit: Stoped paying attention to the ancient aliens and Pawn shop network show a long time ago. But it's theorized the 1918 flu may have originated in China as well.

 
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So I was trying to do some research into drug production/possible shortages since I've seen that concern brought up a lot, and I don't know if any "official" sources have ever released an actual useful statement. Did find this important and concerning piece of info :

"Gross also told the senators that FDA inspections of Chinese-manufactured drugs, food and medical devices have stopped due to the State Department’s warning against travel to China. But he cited other ways the FDA is ensuring those products are safe, including increased import sampling and screening."


Keep an extra eye out for recalls, y'all!

On a more positive note, no noticeable shortages yet in retail pharmacy land. Can't speak for hospital peeps though, which is tbh where things will probably get ugly more quickly :( but anyway, don't panic just yet please! And sorry if this is old news this thread moves fast holy shit
 
Good evening, Kiwi's.

It's crazy Uncle Johnny with today's advice.

Don't give IN to fear. It's OK to be afraid, we're all afraid sometimes. Fear is built into us for a reason. Just don't let it control or consume you.
Remember, things can ALWAYS be worse.
No matter how bad you've got it, there's a Karen out there who will remind you that she's got it worse because she has kids she stole from some African country.
No matter how bad Corona-Chan starts dancing, there will always be someone trying to sell you Amway or essential oils.

Today's joke: A wealthy fat woman walks into a store and farts. Completely just blows ass, cracks a rat, stomps the balloon. She looks at her limo driver and snaps out "Rodney, stop that!" The driver clicks his heels and barks out: "Yes, Ma'am, which way did it go?"

You and @JosephStalin appear to be the few folks here talking sense.

As long we don't panic, and do what's obliged of all of us as necessary we'll be fucking fine.

Besides, if this really is as bad as it could be, things will improve on the other side, remember that.
 
Shieeet.

US Community spread + asymp superspreader? Or acquired in India?

It's 17days between leaving America and being picked up by the Bhutanese:
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That's not how tariffs work. When the US imposes tariffs, it's essentially placing a tax that's paid for by the US in order to discourage trade, and generally just get passed along to the consumer. Since middle class people make up the majority of consumption, it ends up effectively being a middle class tax increase. Or buying decreases, which can have a slew of economic consequences as well, especially when there's such little flexibility left on the interest rate. The solution seems pretty obvious, just stop giving massive tax cuts to ultra wealthy people and spend it public health and science instead. You could also close up the loopholes to make them actually pay said taxes.
If you really want to GTF away from China as a producer and fuck over their economy, just pay down or pay off the debt they own. That would not only cause U.S. dollars to come down in value but for the Yuan to go up in value, making them unattractive for manufacturing purposes and defeating the whole point of using them at all, since their materials would cost roughly the same amount as it would in the U.S.
 
You’re right, we won’t need to panic anymore when Corona-Chan gives us the kiss of death :)

You shouldn't panic in the first place. Being afraid? Fine. But cowardace and hysteria doesn't help. If this shit is going to kill you it will, not a lot you can do about it. If the ecconomy tanks, again you can't do shit.

However we may be able to prevent everything being a complete shitshow if we keep calm and carry on.
 
If my parents get it, or hell, even if healthcare takes a bad turn and they can't get their medication, they have a good chance of being donezo. I'm trying to look at the positive side of things, but jeez this is starting to get me antsy. My parents both smoked, my father still does.

I share the same worries. My parents were longtime smokers, and they are both currently in their 70s. On top of that, the virus has been detected in my county this week.

I kind of just want to tell them to not go out at all for a long while.
 
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Shieeet.

US Community spread + asymp superspreader? Or acquired in India?

It's 17days between leaving America and being picked up by the Bhutanese:
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Can these numbskulls please stop going on fucking vacations and getting the whole world diseased? I don't care if the starry eyed college-lemmings go hog-shit at the airport & start a million dollar flash-riot that ends in an airport fire bombing when the receptionist tells them "No, all flights to third world shitholes have been canceled indefinitely, you may have your refund", just fucking cancel the domestic flights.
 
A lot of states have declared a State of Emergency at this point. The virus is spreading so damn fast, and it's been confirmed that a lot of the cases have been travel-related. And the death toll in the U.S. is about 7%. Not good.

Not to sound paranoid or anything, but does anyone think this has the possibility to escalate into something that looks like Martial Law?

I wouldn't be against a temporary overseas travel ban at this point, at the very least. Should have happened about a month ago, honestly.
 
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