The recent outbreaks of Ebola in the US brings me back to another contagious time when people were actually doing something about it.
Despite massive preparation (mostly just worrying) on my part, I got fucking H1N1 while driving from Montreal to Boston (my then regular weekly commute).
I’d heeded the calls. I’d read the posters. I didn’t dismiss the email from the scientist, old as dust, that MIT circulated admonishing us to do everything to avoid getting the flu. He’d apparently barely survived the Great Influenza of the early 1900s. I got the N1H1 flu shot. I made myself a robot whenever I needed to sneeze. It went like this: crane head to the side. Ready appropriate arm. Secure perimeter by stepping away from any person nearby. Allow the sneeze to happen. Direct all force into said arm, with a continuous moving down and away force.
I washed my hands like a surgeon and kept hand lotion on me because my hands kept drying out.
I was ready. [...]