Susie says “Ebola has hit NYC! What do we do? Lace up the used shoes and hit the lanes for an evening of bowling fun!”
Now that a New York physician has fallen ill with Ebola it is time to turn the panic knob up to ‘High.’ Things never really exist until they happen in New York. The selfless victim contracted the disease while treating patients in Guinea while serving in Doctors Without Borders. Upon arriving home to New York he put himself in quarantine…Which sounds like the responsible thing to do, right?
Apparently we need to redefine the concept of ‘quarantine.’ According to my research, which is based upon re-runs of ‘Little House on the Prairie and Gun-smoke,’ back in the olden days before they had antibiotics, there were pesky diseases which had to be stamped out using proven remedies such as goose grease, bleeding with leeches and over-the-counter Opium. Perhaps the most important tool in the disease arsenal was the quarantine. When someone fell ill, no member of the family left the house until the sick member(s) were cured or they took a rather final turn for the worse. Somehow our New York physician/Ebola victim thought he was complying with quarantine protocal when he hopped aboard a crowded subway,then took his wife for a romantic bowling date, no doubt thinking ‘this quarantine isn’t such a drag, after all!’ How strong do you suppose that spray they use in bowling shoes is, anyway?
Susie further questions what kind of whimsical advice this doctor may be giving his patients; and asks if anyone knows this is Breast Cancer Awareness Month? If your answer is ‘no’ I’m not surprised. Our national radar has been jammed by a bug.