As soon as restrictions are lifted.
I saw someone saying things like "I will never have a piece of cake that someone blew out the candles on ever again" and similar sentiments.
Listen.
When it's my time to go, it's my time to go. If that's because of a virus I contracted from a piece of birthday cake, then that's how it goes. This germophobic silliness is just that: silliness. I'm not going to stop shaking people's hands, or go running to the sink to wash my hands immediately after. I'm not going to be afraid to stand next to people in the grocery store, or a restaurant, or a theme park, or anywhere else. I'm not going to cower every time someone around me coughs or sneezes. I'm not going to carry a bottle of hand sanitizer around in my bag. (And I say this as someone who was so ill in January - possibly with C19, based on symptoms and situational factors - that I told my mother to do a wellness check because I couldn't breathe.)
There are times when extreme cleanliness, disinfecting, and sterile environments are necessary. I will, of course, always wash my hands before holding someone's baby, and if I've been sick any time within the last two weeks, I will not get anywhere near a baby. I will always carefully wash my hands before going to see a loved one in the hospital. I will wear a mask if I have to go out and around people when I'm ill, but still do my best to stay home, and will absolutely stay home if I have a fever. My job also requires sterilized environments and instruments, and that's fine. I wash my hands after lifting weights because gyms have always been gross. These have always been my policies, and they are basic hygiene and safety.
But I'm not going to fear my friends or family. I'm not going to be afraid to be in public. I'm not going to be afraid to shake hands, hug people, clink glasses, or eat birthday cake. I'm just not.
I saw someone saying things like "I will never have a piece of cake that someone blew out the candles on ever again" and similar sentiments.
Listen.
When it's my time to go, it's my time to go. If that's because of a virus I contracted from a piece of birthday cake, then that's how it goes. This germophobic silliness is just that: silliness. I'm not going to stop shaking people's hands, or go running to the sink to wash my hands immediately after. I'm not going to be afraid to stand next to people in the grocery store, or a restaurant, or a theme park, or anywhere else. I'm not going to cower every time someone around me coughs or sneezes. I'm not going to carry a bottle of hand sanitizer around in my bag. (And I say this as someone who was so ill in January - possibly with C19, based on symptoms and situational factors - that I told my mother to do a wellness check because I couldn't breathe.)
There are times when extreme cleanliness, disinfecting, and sterile environments are necessary. I will, of course, always wash my hands before holding someone's baby, and if I've been sick any time within the last two weeks, I will not get anywhere near a baby. I will always carefully wash my hands before going to see a loved one in the hospital. I will wear a mask if I have to go out and around people when I'm ill, but still do my best to stay home, and will absolutely stay home if I have a fever. My job also requires sterilized environments and instruments, and that's fine. I wash my hands after lifting weights because gyms have always been gross. These have always been my policies, and they are basic hygiene and safety.
But I'm not going to fear my friends or family. I'm not going to be afraid to be in public. I'm not going to be afraid to shake hands, hug people, clink glasses, or eat birthday cake. I'm just not.