Breaking Taboo: Ebola

Look, I feel I need to get this out there because I’m sick of paranoid people running around bumping their gums with useless words that just scare others. I’m also sick of our federal government just egging them on.

Ebola is scary. Yes, I will admit that. It has a 50/50 mortality rate, here in the United States. Ebola is fast, mean and deadly and the United States should NOT have allowed it brought over here in the first place. It should have stayed over there, where it belongs. However, it’s here. There is nothing we can do about it except learn what we can.

Ebola is zoonotic, meaning it came from animals. Bats in particular. That’s how this outbreak started, the bats bit the animals, the humans ate the animals, the humans got Ebola.

Ebola can only be spread by direct contact with bodily fluids. Vomit, feces, blood etc, etc. If you don’t have any open cuts on your skin, just don’t put your hands hear your eyes,nose or mouth. Yes door knobs and toilet seats can have the Ebola Virus on them. Know how to prevent catching anything? Washing your hands and hand sanitizer. Lysol if you’re paranoid. You shouldn’t be putting your hands around or in any hole in your face often, so don’t do it now especially. Keep your kids clean, always enforce hand washing and deter nose picking.
We all know a kid has to try picking their nose at least once in life.

Ebola seems like the flu but it’s a really crappier version. You end up bleeding out of every hole you can, you immune system is shot to hell, and you can’t really do much. Go to the doctor when something doesn’t seem right. An ounce of prevention is a pound of cure, and check ups are good for you anyway.

If these facts and tips don’t alleviate your worries about Ebola, you could always be a hermit. Ebola won’t ever get you if you’re alone, right?

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Breaking Taboo Part I — Mental Illness

I wanted to get this posted earlier today, but didn’t like the angle. I’ve written this post no less than half a dozen times, since the shooting at The Mall in Columbia. I decided to go with a short story. After reading it let’s open up the dialogue on mental illness. I know it’s a hard topic to talk about, but must be done.

January 2

I’m so glad the holidays are over. I hate them. They make feel even worse. Everyone is always looking to see what crazy looks like. Inside I laugh because they look crazy looking for crazy. Uncle Fred’s eyes bug out as soon as he sees me. Cousin Miranda looks at me like I’m about to explode. Cousin Aiden walks on egg shells, like I’m about to crack at any moment. Then there’s mom and dad. Mom hushes anyone who mentions the word crazy no matter the context and dad just gives people the stink eye. Well, the holidays are over and I’m still crazy.

January 9

I took my journal to the therapist. The therapist that no one knows I see. Dr. Continue reading