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Nov. 30th, 2020 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brin_bellway[cw: illness, food]
I came across this post last night about someone who *did* get accidentally variolated with COVID-19, demonstrating his ageusia (his only symptom) by eating, like, raw onions and Oreos-dipped-in-wasabi and so on.
It's an unnerving experience, but not because of anything he's actually *doing*. There's a lot of tangled emotions in just *looking* at him there at his kitchen table, feeling the tug-of-war in your brain between three different levels of quarantine instincts:
Level 1: "He seems fine. He doesn't have any visible skin conditions, he's not sniffling or coughing, he's got a reasonable amount of energy."
Level 2: "But he *literally just said he was unclean*!"
Level 3: "But he's on the other side of the Internet where he can't hurt us."
I came across this post last night about someone who *did* get accidentally variolated with COVID-19, demonstrating his ageusia (his only symptom) by eating, like, raw onions and Oreos-dipped-in-wasabi and so on.
It's an unnerving experience, but not because of anything he's actually *doing*. There's a lot of tangled emotions in just *looking* at him there at his kitchen table, feeling the tug-of-war in your brain between three different levels of quarantine instincts:
Level 1: "He seems fine. He doesn't have any visible skin conditions, he's not sniffling or coughing, he's got a reasonable amount of energy."
Level 2: "But he *literally just said he was unclean*!"
Level 3: "But he's on the other side of the Internet where he can't hurt us."
