Your life for Him?
Nah. I’ve read up on infectious disease protocols–a good idea just to prevent the annual nasty cold. And it’s time refresh my hurricane kit–although our water supply should be OK.
But I’ll follow the story with interest. I like science news! And I just re-read Connie Willis’s Doomsday Book–which features epidemics of the past & the future. And the characters in that future reminisce about The Pandemic of the early 21st century.
I doubt this is The Big One, but it doesn’t hurt the public health folks to do the drill. When RSV can put hospitals on drive-by status, there could be a strain on the health care system.
Just not expecting the “Bring Out Your Dead” carts!
boding mine
Hey now - let’s not get DRASTIC!
Attention, all Humans:
Hands and fingers must be wrapped steel-belted rubber gloves with razor wire on the exterior until further notice.
I’m just saying that I’m going where the lights are on. What do you think of that happy crappy?
My feelings for real. I have a decent immune system and wash my hands a lot anyhow.
When they declare martial law maybe I’ll worry then!
Bumpty bump, Cibolia!
M-O-O-N, that spells Cibolia, laws yes! (i know, different character) 
I’m just now getting over a month long bout of asthmatic bronchitis, if I get swine flu on top of that it won’t be pretty. so no, I’m just not worrying about it.
I remember some comedian calling it (the vaccine) the cure for which there was no known disease.
Once it hits in force, the gov’t will put out a drug called Phalanx to combat it. It won’t actually work, but it’ll make us all feel better about things.
The supplies I have together for Zombie Apocalypse should probably suffice in case it turns out to be Swine Flu Apocalypse.
What makes this any more concerning than any other recent virus scares (SARS, bird flu, etc)?
I live about 50 miles, as the crow flies, from Elyria, Ohio, where the 9-year-old boy who vacationed with his family in Mexico is recovering from swine flu.
I’m in contact every day with people who work with swine.
I’m not doing anything except being relieved we didn’t have enough money to send our teenage son on a Mexico mission trip in June with our church’s high school youth group.
Baby can you dig your man?
He’s a righteous man…
Baby can you dig your man?
We’re not even in the early stages. We’re in no stage. A flu has broken out. Big whoop. Influenza’s all around you now. Always has been.
The media is, again, whipping people into a panic over the mundane.
Ha! I’m long overdue for my death by west nile. I’m more worried about getting robbed at work.
I like to read a big Stephen King book in the summer months as I sit out in the back yard between random acts of gardening.
Guess which one I just hauled out? 
(The weather’s nice enough to have commenced my read n’ weed evenings.)
I live less than a half mile from the Queens school where about 8 students were found to have swine flu. What am I doing? Washing my hands when I come home and trying to avoid people who are sneezing. No different from every other day in my 28 years here on the planet.
Giggling at all **The Stand **refs
I feel I should worry more about it. I work retail. Horrible little contaminated monsters. (By that I mean the yardrats. What? I love 'em. OVER THERE.)
I wash my hands a lot. I don’t know what else to do.
“IF YOU EAT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS!!!”
Chicken Pox, Mad Cow Disease, Bird Flu, Swine Flu.
Wake me up when we get to Orang-Utan Measles.