I was working in the E.R. late one night, and we were under control regarding patient flow when an ambulance brought in a man with severe chest pain. No sooner had we transferred him onto the examination table and pulled the curtains closed, when he went into cardiac arrest. I started CPR as the nurses rushed to put in two intravenous lines. As I was calling out treatment orders, a patient who had come in for a sore throat, threw open the curtains and yelled, “Heh, I was here first!”
No, not even remotely. Ebola kills up to 90% of those who catch it; Covid-19 kills less than 1%. And Ebola victims die in terrible ways, with their bodies nearly liquefying and bleeding from everywhere. It’s a whole different ball game. When my youngest was about 2 and a half. I had been making the beds and she was in the livingroom watching Sesame Street. When I walked into the room, she looked at me and said “Remember how much you cried when I died?”. I was shocked, but managed to say that she was being silly, and had never died. She just gave me a long look and turned back to the tv.