At the hospital yesterday...when out of our cars near the front doors on the asphalt and pavement, my sister made sure to stay six or more feet away from our dad and me. He's almost 95. She has taken some time off, being a hairdresser.
Everytime our dad got too close to another person we both said "Dad! Back! Baccccck! SIX FEET!" He laughed and said "I thought it was ten?" We both said "DADDDDD! THAT'S HOW LONG THE VIRUS CAN LIVE ON OBJECTS!" I started laughing because my dad was saying "ten feet not six", while standing two feet away!
I keep remembering my sister yesterday with her can of Lysol! Oh my gosh! I wish it was on film!
I am in agreement with her. But my dad was like: Huh? She said: "I am around different people all day. I don't want to spread anything to you!"
Then she DID walk with me to the underground parking to use the elevators to go up and use the bathrooms. When we got to the elevators she looked at the buttons. I said "USE YOUR KNUCKLE! You can wash that!" She looked at me with a furious-at-the-virus look and held up that can of Lysol and: "Psssssst!" Spraying once on the buttons. Then the same inside the building to get to the second floor! "Psssssst!"
You just had to be there! Short "Psssssts!" It was so funny because when she did it, she had a concentrated look on her face! Like: "If I concentrate while spraying this Lysol, it'll work even better!"
We have always used our sleeves, elbows, shirts, etc. to open doors when in restaurants and pretty much everywhere else that is public.
A doctor came up and got in the elevator with us and here we are, our huge purses, and she's got that big 'ol can of Lysol like it's a fashion accessory! He saw us using our sweater hems etc. to push the buttons after the "Pssssst!" Queen was done. He then reaches over smiling, and punches a higher number on the elevator. He said: "You two look alike" with a "knowing" look on his face. We said "Yes. We're twins."
We were busy "Pssssst-ing" all morning and day, washing our hands for twenty minutes and using their hand sanitizers. Mine my sister brought me is for my purse. It's smaller than some packs of gum.
Later my sister emailed me and mentioned something about the doctor in the elevator. She said: "Didn't you think he was taking it lightly that we were using our hems and spray, like he wasn't all that serious about it?" I thought back to it and said I didn't see him press the button, I only heard him say he needed a different floor. Did he use his finger or knuckle?" She emailed me back: "He used his labcoat."
I wrote back: "I DID NOT SEE THAT BUT WISH I HAD! I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOUR ARMOR CAN AND SPRAYED HIS LABCOAT SLEEVE WITH IT! THEIR LABCOATS ARE ONE OF THE FILTHIEST THINGS IN THERE!"
I told her: "He did have a slight smile on his face. Like he was thinking our 'hygiene efforts' were funny. AND...He had no mask on and stood near us. I don't believe for one minute he would have used anything BUT his finger on that button if we hadn't been in there doing what we were. If he's not wearing gloves or staying six feet away with a mask on...well then what do you think the average public is doing? Nobody 'gets it'. Not many really understand hygiene."
We both decided at the same time and said to each other: "It's really impossible to do this completely."
Our shoes. Our clothes. I told my mom "TAKE OFF THOSE SOCKS THEY GAVE YOU!"
She said: "Oh, I did IMMEDIATELY! AREN'T THEY HIDEOUS?!?"
I sighed and said: "Yes. But the point is...you walked around wearing them. They are FILTHY." I went into her bathroom and doused them with Lysol. They're the non-slip socks. She can use them after I launder them...HIDEOUS OR NOT!
Then I said: "So...do we remove all our clothing in the garage from now on into 'house only clothing?' And our shoes?"
My dad said: "We weren't INSIDE the hospital. She was." I said: "We walked where everyone was walking TO and FROM the hospital."
SIGH. We can only do the best we can. We can wash our hands, cough and sneeze into our elbows and inside our tops or sweaters. But...? We can't control everything.
I said: "YOU BOTH ARE 95! YOU ARE BOTH ON LOCKDOWN!"
But I could spread it to them. Thanksgiving and Christmas we were with family and inlaws and friends. None of us got even a cold and the virus was HERE already.
I guess I don't "get it", either. But at least I have a new name for my twin. "Pssssst-er" instead of "Sister."
I don't have a cold, though. My dad and mom are up and my mom ate her breakfast and drank her coffee and is doing fine! She was given antibiotics because of the incision where her pump is, to be on the safe side. 
. It's dangerous. They call things "Hate Speech" now too, when it's OPINIONS. I call PC-ism "N*Zi, Germany" when everyone had to watch what they said or the Gestapo would be at their door. 
