Mother Nature is a serial killer.
I admit. I haven’t read the book. The movie was good enough to excite me about reading the book. It’s usually the other way around.
I never really pictured mother nature as a killer; albeit she really is, come to think of it. From typhoons to earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, yeah, she’s a pretty solid killer. I never saw it that way though. I always pictured her as the fountain of youth, the salving balm, the powerful healer. Maybe it’s the romantic in me. Nevertheless, she’s always got something up her sleeve, and it seems we are never truly prepared for whatever it is.
We had another emergency room rush again last night. My 6-month old son had been feverish most of the day, and his fever just happened to spike at 104°F after dinner. I guess I followed the protocol in calling the MD. I typically don’t worry about these things until I’m told to go to the hospital. My son had just recovered from a resistant cough and cold, and being a preemie, I suppose there were serious concerns about possibly contracting bronchiolitis or whatever other respiratory diseases that threat kids these days. MD freaked out, so I rushed to the ER. Daddy followed suit, worried as a father should be.
He had no other symptoms. His appetite was okay. His lungs were clear. His ears had no signs of infection. His mouth wasn’t showing any evidence of baby teeth coming through just yet. He was still feverish after a second dose of acetaminophen, but it was beginning to subside. No diarrhea. No vomiting. He’s otherwise a healthy baby boy. The next course of action was to test for whatever he might have.
Turns out, he has influenza. The abominable flu. Does anyone else find it hard to believe that up to this point of our existence, there still exists no cure for the most common illnesses? I get it. Suppress the fever. Treat the cold. Appease the muscle ache. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait the flu out. Oh wait! We’ve got something. It’s medication. To cure it? No. It doesn’t cure it; it just makes the flu run its course faster. So sorry, but you’ll just have to let the flu do its thing.
So many smart people in the world, just not enough to outsmart mother nature, eh?
Sadly, I believe I’m getting the flu as well. It’s just a crazy thought. As much as we claim ourselves to be advanced in many academic aspects of technology and medicine, mother nature still seems to have the upper hand. She’ll bring you down, and she’s the only one who can bring you back up. Here’s to the next few days of no sleeping and cranky babies. Hope you enjoy this one, Mother Nature. I want to say I’m on to you, but I’m too weak to even try. Just don’t turn us into zombies, please. Brad Pitt might be busy.
Mother Nature is a serial killer. No one’s better. More creative. Like all serial killers, she can’t help but the urge to want to get caught. But what good are all those brilliant crimes if no one takes the credit? So she leaves crumbs. Now the hard part, while you spent decades in school, is seeing the crumbs for the clues they are. Sometimes the thing you thought was the most brutal aspect of the virus, turns out to be the chink in its armor.
And she loves disguising her weaknesses as strengths. She’s a bitch.
from World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War
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