To me there are three groups, as there are in pretty much all medicine: The worried well, the maybe sick, and the sick sick.
The worried well are able to have a conversation with me on the phone and dig deep with full sentences and not a single cough. They need to stick with telemedicine, avoid crowds, and find distractions. Podcasts, Netflix, pushups, situps, whatever. Don’t go to an ER or anywhere really. Just limit exposures to others and also the possibility of the double whammy (C+ something else). With telemedicine, never has the world been so ready for the worried well. Why a national telemedicine hotline to help folks stay home doesn’t exist, I’ve no clue. But if you read this and want to chat, call any time. I’m a far better doctor with digital deterrence.
The maybe sick should start with a telemedicine call and get some solid social support lined up at home. Find someone healthy who can make trips to Rite Aid for supplies like hand wipes, Ricola, Tylenol, ibuprofen and Umcka (my favorite placebo). And find someone like me who is willing to walk you through it day by day, and maybe even come visit in a pinch. ERs just don’t serve this group particularly well.
The sick sick should seek help in ERs. Actually, on planet Sammy there would be mobile isolation units that come park in your driveway. Infectious disease on my planet would be completely separate from broken hips and heart surgeries. Anyone want to start building mobile ICUs with me? I digress.
In the ER and after admission, expect what we call “supportive measures,” which include oxygen, nebulizers and possible intubation. You’ll get blood tests and antibiotics as well until your test results come back Covid+. For you medically minded readers, intubation seems preferred to Bipap to limit nebulizing the virus. Expect to be treated like hazmat, but hopefully with kindness. Expect prolonged quarantine for you and your closest contacts.
That’s really it for the medical perspective. Plus you probably know all that already. Panning back out to bigger picture musings again… what’s more interesting to me here is the possibility of “TMI” in science. I loved physics in college and still love deep dives into hard questions. But as we discover more answers, I wonder when we have to start asking how much info do we really want vs. need? This panic exists now in part because of our ability to isolate and name a particular virus. 30 or 40 years ago, we’d probably just call this a bad flu season, whether 1k, 10k, 100k or a million deaths. If particularly bad, we’d give It a name like the “Second Spanish flu” and then move on. We had warning this time also because of China being so much more open than in decades past. What would we be doing today if they were closed off like the late 50s and 60s when they lost an estimated 15 million to famine. Or was it? I’m sure a some of those deaths involved coughing too.
Scientific leaps, the internet and big data put us all at risk for chronic anxiety now. What would your life be like if you knew all the cancers you’re certain to develop in the next 5-10 years? What happens when astronomers discover we have a thousand asteroids the size of Hawaii all heading our way in a massive cloud? Most will likely fly by… or not? So much for romance watching shooting stars! What if geologists knew exactly where every 5.0+ earthquake would take place with one week’s warning, or every tsunami, or every tornado? Mass evacuations would never end. What if we had an app that showed us how many people are driving near us on meth with AR-15s at any moment? We’d never leave home. What happens when someone invents a telepathy device? Sounds cool, but I bet most of us wouldn’t last a day after the flood of unfiltered insanity.
I guess I’m done. If you’ve read this far, my apologies. Wash hands. Use COVID-19 to teach kids to wash hands. Enjoy the outdoors. Unplug from the news cycle and go live whatever life you’ve got left… or sit and type some more social media drivel like me. Whatever it’s worth, when you finally admit to being sand, it’s comforting.