Dr. Robin’s Covid-19 Updates
Covid and the Train of History
Lessons From the Past, Hope for the Future
I’m writing this on Saturday March 6, 2021. Exactly one year ago — on March 6, 2020 — I wrote my first Covid post.
Everybody has their own story of how they realized what Covid was going to be.
For me, it started in late February as friends and colleagues in New York City and Italy sent out deeply frightening first-hand reports about what they were seeing: every night my in-box filled up with horror.
For me, it solidified on March 2. I had taken a quick trip to Seattle. When I flew out on Feb 28, they had no Covid cases (I checked before my trip). By the time I left Seattle on March 2, five people were dead and then thirteen. I remember my heart went sideways in my chest when I saw the empty TSA line at the Seattle airport.
On Friday March 6 I read another horrid email from Italy about rationing ventilators. On the street, life proceeded apace. In my living room all I could hear was the enormous shrieking of a big giant locomotive heading straight for everyone I loved.
In some kind of social media desperation, I wrote a post to my neighbors on my town’s Facebook list:
