Hmm Weekly for February 4, 2020
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Everybody Should Take a Sick Day, for a Week
WHEN’S THE LAST time everybody around you was healthy, or at least free from infectious disease? It's wearying when people try to counteract the coronavirus news by pointing out that the flu is worse and the flu is here already; every year they try to tell the public how bad the flu is, and by now the public surely has heard it and filed it away, but it doesn't register as a true thing. It's like car-crash deaths or global warming—too big to admit it's in the foreground, which would mean rearranging everyone's lives around the truth of it, so people act like it's just in the background.
Some background! How many members of your household or your "team" at work were out sick last week? It's not only the flu, or if it is, it's highly variable. Word from some homes or workplaces is they're doing the thing where everybody takes turns puking; from others, everybody's taking turns coughing and being feverish. We've been lucky in our family unit (to this point), with only a single case of cough-and-fever last week. My workplace last week was just a virtual roll call of the sick on Slack, which was fine, since I was doing my job from home to keep a eye, and an occasional cold washcloth, on the sick kid.
We sent the one who'd been sick back to school Monday, and he did fine but we got a class announcement email that began by noting "a surprising number of absences today." The other kid had a substitute teacher for humanities class. My own health had become a mystery to me, after all the hours indoors with the sick child and the droning livestream of the impeachment trial. Normally, when I'm home, I walk over to Columbus Avenue for a cup of late morning or midday coffee, but something sour and tired was lurking in my system and the idea of coffee felt insalubrious. I drank tea and stayed inside, and around sundown every day, as the impeachment jabbered on, I felt like maybe I might be simmering a fever of my own. Our temple thermometer is basically a random-number generator, and sometimes when I wasn't using it on the child, I pointed at my own head a couple of times and got a 99. Not long ago the news was that everybody's normal temperature has dropped, and old 98.6 (which was always just a fake-precise gloss on 37 Celsius) was too warm.
Monday, I did walk out. The weather, for sure, was running too many degrees above normal, but the sunshine was the closest thing to wholesome I'd encountered in a while. I went on past the coffee place and six more blocks to the bakery, where I threw in a cafe au lait with the order. The shadow of discomfort faded for a while, but it didn't leave.
I wasn't sick; I was run down. Who isn't, right now? I'd be fine if I slept one long night's sleep, and maybe took another nap the next day, if I were trying to solve the problem in isolation, but it's not an isolated problem. There's more to herd immunity than the flu shot, though you should get the flu shot. Disease walks among us and everyone is making themselves sick, or making everyone else sick; it's all the same thing, at this point. Shut it down, take a day, take five days, make it nine days with a weekend at each end. Essential personnel only, like when the government runs itself out of money. Let the senators go home. Not to New Hampshire or Nevada—home. The future can be dealt with later, around Valentine's Day, when everybody's on their feet again. Meanwhile, wash your hands.
VISUAL CONSCIOUSNESS DEP’T.
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WE INSIST ON presenting a selection of recipes for ancient but reproducible sandwiches, found in The Up-To-Date Sandwich Book: 400 Ways to Make a Sandwich, by Eva Greene Fuller; 1909; McClurg and Co., Chicago, now in the public domain for the delectation of all.
PRESSED CHICKEN SANDWICH
Boil fowl until tender; remove bones and skin; chop fine; season with salt, pepper, and sage to taste. Mix teaspoonful of mustard with a tablespoonful of vinegar, heat and pour over chicken, with some of the broth, and press in earthen dish. When cold and ready for use, slice and place between thin, lightly buttered bread with a crisp lettuce leaf between.
JELLIED CHICKEN SANDWICH
Chop the white meat of cold boiled chicken fine, rub to a paste. Put a scant tablespoonful of gelatine in a half-cup of cold water, place it over the fire until it has dissolved; then add the chicken paste, a dash of salt and pepper, and a half-teaspoonful of grated horseradish. Stir this mixture until it begins to thicken, then stir in one cup of cream that has been whipped to a stiff froth, place it in the ice box until very cold; when ready for use, cut thin and place between lightly buttered slices of crustless white bread. Garnish with parsley and an olive.
CHICKEN AND EGG SANDWICH
One cupful of cold chicken chopped fine; the yolks of two hard-boiled eggs chopped fine; one teaspoonful of melted butter, one teaspoonful of lemon juice, one teaspoonful of rich stock, and salt and pepper to taste. Mix to a paste and spread on thin slices of lightly buttered white bread. Garnish with an olive.
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