Post 52: #Coronavirus and a global perspective…

…on #telemedicine

We’re sharing our experiences, thoughts, and uncensored opinions during lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. For some of us, it’s DAY 52. 


Doctor, Doctor, What’s Ailing Me?

Tina F., Fairfax, #Virginia

In the USA, we have to have health insurance to receive medical care. (I won’t go into the broken healthcare system in this post). I have Kaiser Permanente as my health insurance company. Kaiser is an insurance and universal healthcare provider. Unfortunately, I still have to seek an integrative medicine doctor to receive the type of care I believe I need.

A few weeks after the pandemic was announced and the shutdown restrictions were put in place, my fantastic integrative medicine doctor telephoned me. She wanted to check in and make sure I was managing. She also let me know that my routine appointment, which was scheduled pre-corona, would not be an office visit, but rather a telehealth video visit.

A video appointment with doctors was not new to me. Kaiser has been ahead of the game with their technology. Members have online access to all our medical records, test results, and prescriptions. We can create and cancel our in-person or video appointments via the app. I never really cared too much for the video appointments because of the lack of personal interaction, but I have loved the efficiency of the online resources.

On the day of my appointment with my integrative doctor, I was a ready. Our appointments are usually frank discussions, so the video call was an easy transition. The fact that she is just the kindest doctor I’ve ever met helps. After a chat about my health and a review all my medications and supplements, we discuss any issues I have been struggling with.

I have a pain in my heel, I tell her. She asks a few questions, then asks me to show her exactly where I feel the pain. So I lift my iPad and bring it to my foot so I can point out the area. All the while thanking my lucky stars that my ailment was not a boil on my ass….

She gives me some recommendations and we conclude the appointment.

Throughout the pandemic, my Doctor has been communicating with us (her patients) via email with tips and recommendations on how to handle this crisis. She has also provided a free Zoom class every week, outlining resources and discussing nutritional, emotional, and physical data for building our Covid-19 resilience.

Although I am grateful for all the bells and whistles Kaiser provides, I am most grateful to the personal touch and care provided by my integrative medicine doctor. At the end of the day, it is comforting to know that my doctor is invested in my physical and emotional wellbeing.


Telemedicine and Medical Care

Norma B. Wallace, Bend, #Oregon

I should be writing this after Thursday of this week, when I will have my first telemedicine appointment. 

Three weeks ago, I took a spill on my bike.  I felt that I was okay.  Not good, but okay.  My elbow hurt a bit at the time, and by the next morning, it was dark purple and swollen. I should have put ice on it immediately. I did some range-of-motion tests and although it hurt, I could move the arm without pain. I didn’t go to the doctor as I knew that they were only taking patients who had urgent needs. I didn’t want to take any time away from someone who really needed a doctor’s care. I knew the first aid things to do. I waited until today to make an appointment. I was surprised that I can only get a telemedicine appointment or wait until June.  I will have my appointment on Thursday. I’ll tell you afterwards if I did the right thing.  Isn’t hindsight always 2020. 

As far as medical care, two of my friends have had very urgent medical needs and were treated at the their local hospitals with the utmost care.  One was in California and one was in North Carolina. Neither of the cases had anything to do with the virus. However, the effect of the virus on the way of admitting patients was the most difficult. I can’t imagine dropping off someone who is seriously ill at the door and not going in with them.  One was taken care of and released the next day. It was very difficult for the family to not be there. In the other case, the person was in the hospital for over a month with no contact with family or friends. That was extremely difficult for her and the family. She will be discharged on Mother’s Day.   The care was excellent in both cases; being apart was what was difficult. 

A special gratitude goes out for all medical personnel who are risking their lives to take care of others. I know we have to be socially distancing, I am sure we will all be more careful in the future. However, the human touch is so important. I can’t wait to hug someone. I will wait until it is safe—we have to find a way to make it safe. We will. I am always hopeful.  


House Calls Are Back

RafifJ, #Malaga, #Spain

I hate going to the doctor. I mean, I’m the person who goes years without getting a checkup. I’ve been nagged and lectured about this by pretty much everyone around me, but the bottom line is, I can’t stand the wait at the office or the paperwork. I despise it when they take my vitals. And then the dreaded poking and prodding. And in the end, what happens? The doctor comes to a conclusion that I already knew: I’m fine. I could stand to lose 5 or 10 pounds, and since I have the mind of an anorexic and the willpower of a dog, maintaining my ideal weight can be a challenge. So exercise more, eat more vegetables, cut down on red meat. I’m told to make an appointment for next year. I agree, but don’t go back.

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But telemedicine…now that is something I can get behind. IMO, this is one aspect of technology and innovation that really does simplify our lives. For one thing, there’s no commute!

The coronavirus pandemic and the associated lockdowns have forced all industries to be more innovative, and the healthcare industry is a case in point. Today, we leverage technology not just out of convenience, but out of necessity. And while telemedicine is not new, I’m betting that A) it has gotten a lot more popular in the last 52 days, and B) it’s here to stay.

I like that if the doctor gets really busy with other patients, she can call me when she’s ready. It’s kind of like a house call – the doctor comes to ME. No more impatient foot-tapping in crowded waiting rooms full of sick people!

If I have symptoms, I can describe them on the phone. The only bedside manner I need is for the doctor to examine me on camera. And then BOOM, we’re done. She’ll give me the same cautions and warnings. But with telemedicine, when she says she’d like me to schedule another checkup in a year, I will say yes – and mean it.


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Post 46: #Coronavirus and a global perspective…on #fitness.

We’re sharing our experiences, thoughts, and uncensored opinions during lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. For some of us, it’s DAY 46. 


Are there enough hours in the day?

Tina F., Fairfax, #Virginia

The choices for exercise are endless. It can be done indoors or outdoors. It includes running, walking, jumping, sitting, standing, lifting, cycling, rowing, swimming…. phew, I’m exhausted already. The health benefits are both physical and mental. Experts are saying that we need only 15-30 minutes a day of brisk exercise to reap the benefits. So why is it so freaking hard to do?

I can’t tell you, because I am one of those people who hate the word “exercise” and the work associated with it. I literally exercise as little as possible and then purely out of guilt. I don’t want to be unhealthy and I don’t want my doctor to be disappointed in me.

Pre-corona, I went to a pilates class once a week. Now I zoom a pilates class once a week.

Do you realize how strange that is? Exercising on a mat in your home while a live person is watching you through the camera of your computer with instructions on what to do next. I dread hearing my name because that is a sure indication that I’m doing something wrong.

Can she really see me clearly? I wonder how big her screen is? She said that she mutes us so we can hear her better. Well thank goodness for that, because I am grunting and groaning for most of that class.

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How do I feel when I’m done? Amazing! But I’m not doing that again for another 7 days.

I’m really trying to understand the psychology behind this exercise aversion. Is it fear of pain or just laziness? It’s only 15 minutes, for goodness sake!!! There are several things I do on a daily basis without a second thought.

  • I make my bed – 5 mins
  • I brush my teeth – 2 mins x 2
  • I take a shower and dress – 25 mins
  • I eat 3 meals a day – 15-60 minutes each (I also snack and make tea…so add time there )

So what’s the problem? Add exercise – 15 minutes to the list and it would still leave me with at least 10 waking hours to do other things. I think it’s the list of what I do in the other 10 hours that I really should question.


Feeling the power

RJD, #Beirut, #Lebanon

I tried to be active during the lockdown. I would wear my Apple Watch and see how active I was each day, but found that even in my large apartment, I can’t meet my daily goals.

Eleven floors: down I go, step by step, and eleven up. Daily. That made a difference. But what really made me sweat and get all my negative energy out is a fusion workout I do regularly. I box. I box the throned germ, the politics, the Idiot-in-Chief, the Lebanese warlords, and whatever pissed me off that day. Twenty minutes of kicking and punching in the air.

When I am done with abusing each and everyone, I zen down and do a dance, barre, and yoga routine for 40 minutes. At the end, I imagine the most beautiful white light engulfing Earth and everyone in it.

That calms my mind and grounds me, until the next time I have to walk down and up 11 floors and see who is pissing me off at that particular moment!


Lockdown makeover

Charlie, Metro #Washington, DC

There’s a part of me that will be sad to see our lockdown end. Why???!!!! You might say. It’s because the lockdown is forcing me to develop new habits when it comes to what I do each day. I’m eating healthier. Going for walks in secluded parks, where I don’t endanger others. Got lots of PT exercises to do for my knees. I haven’t had a Dr. Pepper in two months, which has been like mother’s milk to me since I slipped out of the womb.

Generally, I am hoping to come out of this stronger and healthier than when we went into lockdown.

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But I am concerned my new healthy ways will go the way of the dodo bird when they lift the doors to our cages. There is one old habit I hope never comes back: Watching the news. To break this habit during the lockdown, I signed up for an online course in Texas Holdem. They say we get what we focus on. If that’s true, I’d rather focus on poker than politics and the virus.

Actually, the real reason I’m learning to play Texas Holdem is I’m hoping to look young and sexy like the woman playing poker in the picture. Now that would be a serious Lockdown Makeover.


A real fitness freak

RafifJ, #Malaga, #Spain

When we first moved to Malaga, we joined a gym. Adam went regularly, leaving the apartment at 5:30 almost every morning to get in a solid few hours of exercise. As for me, by the second month, the membership director had called twice to ask if I needed any special incentives to show up at the gym. By the third month, I had canceled my never-used membership. However, recognizing the importance of fitness, especially for #diabetics, I made a point of speed-walking several miles a day through this hilly city.

Enter #Coronavirus and lockdown. Adam was really worried about his ability to get enough exercise. On Day 5-ish, we ordered yoga mats. Then we ordered weights. We kept ordering exercise equipment because, you know, it’s so important to stay fit.

Now that we have all the accoutrements of a home gym, I can say I’m impressed by Adam’s self-discipline. He’s tried to work out at the same pace as BC, and most mornings he wakes up early so he can lift weights, jog in place, box, and do all kinds of floor exercises.

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A couple of hours later, I emerge from my bedroom. I head straight for the coffee maker for MY daily workout. I mean, who needs a bench press when you have a French press? And who needs to lift weights when you drink your coffee out of a monster-sized mug? The up-down motion – lots of reps – has really helped define my biceps. Talk about lifting weights – when I go all cafe con leche in my fitness routine, I am just unstoppable!

Of course, I am just (partially, sort of, kind of) kidding! Next week I’ll go back to speed-walking. And I’ll show off my chiseled arms.


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Post 31: #Coronavirus and a global perspective

We’re friends and family from around the world, sharing our experiences and thoughts during lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. For some of us, it’s DAY 31. WE DON’T ALWAYS AGREE – nor do we have to! We post our opinions, and those of our guest bloggers, with no censorship.

TODAY’S TOPIC: Pre-existing conditions


Dementia

Suzanne Meriden, Washington, DC

Today I broke down.

For the first time in a long time, I broke down and cried all my quarantine tears out. I am generally calm through a storm, and always look for the silver lining in any difficult situation. Some friends even say I take the positivity to a nauseating level. This pandemic has been no exception: I have looked at this experience as a chance for all of us to stop, reboot, and reconsider. I have been enjoying the solitude (minus the Zoom calls of course), and the time at home to appreciate home. I have also finally been forced not to travel anywhere, which is a good thing, considering that for the 6-8 months prior to the lockdown, I almost never spent more than 2 weeks in any one place. I have been resting and I was dealing perfectly with this 2020 toilet paper-clad crisis. Or so I thought.

Today I was looking forward to waking up to a sunny outlook after a week’s worth of clouds and rain. I was going to have my coffee, catch up on the news, and go to the park to get some sun on my face. I wanted to feel the warmth of the rays on my skin. I took out my favorite cup from the dishwasher, filled it with coffee, plopped myself on the couch, grabbed the remote, went to my news channel, and was ready for a coveted morning period of coming to life after a deep sleep and getting mentally ready for the day. 

And then I saw it. It was a feature story. It wasn’t the part of the news where reporters share #COVID-19 statistics and city lockdown updates. And it wasn’t Dr. Fauci giving us details on the virus or Trump telling us how hugely well he is managing this pandemic in our country. It was none of that.

Instead, it was a story about an elderly woman with Dementia. The report showed her standing in her room at the window in a nursing home, speaking to her daughter and granddaughter, who were outside. She could not understand why her children would not go inside to see her. And to hug her. She kept asking why? And they would explain that it was for her own good. She was asking if it was because they had a dog. They would explain again that it was just best for her health because of the virus. She assured them dogs were allowed in. They would explain it was about social distancing and not about the dog. And this pattern went on today during their visit, but it happens every time they would visit, they said. 

And that was the moment I broke down. At her age, probably in her mid-70s, and with dementia, how was she feeling about her children not coming in to hug her and hold her and love her? Dementia is already difficult. But now her own children could not hold her, not even to comfort her. And the reel began in my head: images of people dying from the virus on their own, with no one by their side. No one to hold them and tell them they will be OK, or even simply to hold them and pray.  Parents quarantining from their children to not hurt them. Doctors staying far from their babies to not infect them. The reel went even further. It went deep into the past 9 years of my life, devoted to free Syria activism. All those people dying, and suffering, and wondering why no one came to save them. How alone they must have felt. Just like this woman behind the window. How terribly lonely. How terribly sad. All these scenes, mind you, were playing in my head to the soundtrack of Queen’s These Are The Days of Our Lives. It was quite the dramatic moment. And then the reel came back to COVID-19 and back to reality and I realized I was crying out loud and with conviction. 

Apparently, I had been wanting to cry for a long time but had held it in to stay calm. I had to remind myself that it is okay to break down. It is good to let it out. It will happen again. I need it to happen again. I don’t want this historic moment to pass me by. I don’t want this to be a crisis that comes and goes. I want to learn from it, and grow from it, for me, for you, for Earth. I need to feel it. Yes, I do need to be strong and hold myself together for those around me, but I also need to feel weak and vulnerable and feel the crisis to learn from it. I hope we all do. I hope that things don’t get back to normal. I hope we work towards a new and better normal.


Don’t let them eat cake

RafifJ, #Malaga, Spain

Oh, for a slice! Or a cupcake!

Under #lockdown, a lot of people turn to comfort foods as they deal with the anxieties and boredom associated with being forced to stay indoors and have minimal social contact. Lucky them!

Imagine having dietary restrictions. Whether they’re caused by allergies or a metabolic disorder, restrictions necessarily mean re-defining “comfort food” or suffering the consequences. For many us who have Type II #Diabetes, comfort foods like mac & cheese or chocolate cake can cause dangerous spikes in our blood sugar levels.

Back when we thought the Coronavirus was “just like the flu,” I threw food caution to the wind. I’m not entirely sure what possessed me to do that – my diabetes is not new – although I have an idea. Being in the land of wine, I allowed the spirit of sangria to move me while delicious paella and heavenly bread fed more than just my soul. At the beginning of CoronaDays, I enjoyed typical comfort foods, and my son and I would help ourselves to a nice dessert after dinner.

One day I was feeling particularly tired AND jittery; the pounding heart and onset of a massive headache are always good indications of really bad food choices. I checked my blood sugar level – and sure enough, it was dangerously high. I realized then that if I needed urgent medical attention, nobody could just rush over like they could in the BC days. My son wouldn’t know what to do or how to get help quickly. And I realized how stupid I was for making these choices – they potentially have really serious and grim consequences – that HE would have to deal with. I can’t put my kid in that position. Fortunately, I was able to lower my blood sugar. Sigh of relief; emergency avoided.

Still…it’s not like broccoli is a comfort food – no matter how I spin it – and spinach is hardly my idea of a midnight snack. Beer just does not go with lettuce! Pairing Champagne with a hard-boiled egg would kill me, and not just because of the sugar content. Between counting carbs and counting calories, my optimal diet should consist of a low-carb whole wheat cracker, a dollop of cream cheese, and a cucumber. WHAT?? I want a drink! Pasta! Dessert!

To be honest, if it were just me in my world I might allow myself to keep up a high-carb, high-sugar, instant-gratification diet and face the consequences. But with two kids, other family, and my sistahs, absolute love and parental responsibility are stronger motivators than wine and chocolate. Wait. Really? YES, YES.

And so I will start making those low-carb, low-sugar foods that I promised myself I’d try years ago. I know diabetes doesn’t have to mean dessert jail, and I’m committing to making a bigger investment in vegetables. Celery stick, welcome home. Mi casa es tu casa.


What condition?

Tina F., Fairfax, Virginia

#Coronavirus can be fatal for people with pre-existing conditions, like high blood pressure, diabetes, kidney, liver, heart, and pulmonary disease. These people are the most susceptible, but all immune-compromised people are at risk. According to my medical records, I fall in the “immune-compromised” section.

I have Ankylosing Spondylitis (a type of autoimmune disease in the arthritis family). I also have reflux, Crohn’s disease, fibromyalgia, neuropathy, iritis, hypothyroidism, allergies, and Raynaud’s syndrome – oh, and depression. Conventional medicine was going to heal me with medications that could potentially kill me.

So about 5 years ago, after many years of struggle with my health, I took control of my own wellness. I lost 20 lbs and cured myself of 90% of my illnesses. I followed a functional medicine routine and changed my diet and took supplements. I began this journey on my own but then sought the supervision of a functional medical doctor who helped me tweak my supplements.

Before you think it was easy, here is a list of food restrictions: No Gluten, no dairy, no sugar, no meat, no processed foods, no alcohol, and no caffeine. People asked what’s left? Well, for 2 years there was plenty. I don’t know how I did it. I was eating mostly salads and never felt like I was missing out on cocktails, bread, or dessert.

And then I fell off the wagon. I wanted my cocktails and desserts. I wanted to be invited to someone’s house for dinner and eat what was put in front of me. I have been on and off my diet like a yo-yo for a couple of years. I indulge and then I go back to being strict. It’s not ideal, but it works.

Then guess what happened to ruin everything ??? Hello Coronavius COVID-19!!! For a month I have only wanted comfort food. Granted, I try to eat gluten-free cake and dairy-free ice cream but it all has sugar. And chocolates too!! No more of that 70% dark vegan chocolate. Nope, the milkier the better! And have I mentioned my son is home from culinary school and is making us amazing buttery, fatty delicious meals? How could I sit in my corner and nibble on carrot sticks ?

But wait…. the important question is …How do I feel?

Like shit! Oh I’m happy whilst consuming the forbidden items, but I’m gaining weight, I have Plantar Fasciitis, and my face is breaking out.

I am looking through the wrong end of the telescope. How do I get back on track after the “quarantine” side effects have left me in a sugar-induced coma? I know what I must do. I’ve done it before and it works. But how do I do it now? I must remember that l am one of the high-risk people. Autoimmune-compromised and susceptible. Healthy organic whole food is my best medicine.


Oldies but goodies

RJD, #Beirut, Lebanon

My husband turned 73 last week. That celebration is for another post. My mother, who is in Virginia, is 75 but looks like a 57 year old! Both are in the danger zone to that germ that has spikes. 

Upon hearing of the lockdown in China, my mother went into personal lockdown and has not left her house since. Mum has been a smoker for a long time and therefore is a higher risk case. The responsible thing to do was to self-quarantine. My husband used to smoke but stopped some 30 years ago. He is active, like mum, but has a weak immune system. 

I worry about both all the time. I am far from my mum but I know she and my sister are doing their utmost to not subject mum to any spikes! 

As for my husband, I have become obsessive. If I go out to run errands, I come home and wash my hands at once, use a gel, remove my mask, wash my hands again and use a gel again. 

Thank goodness the weather is better now so everything I wear goes immediately to the balcony for sunning. I am even sending my husband to sit outdoors to sun himself! Our part of the world always counted on the sun to “disinfect.” Rugs are put out in the sun in the Spring, pillows, mattresses, laundry dries in the sun…there is a reasoning behind this. The sun heat kills germs. 

Airing out one’s home is another thing we do over here. Daily – rain or shine – we open all the windows. This is great now that the pollution element has disappeared! Salt water is another remedy we always use. I make my husband gargle and nebulize with it because it also kills germs. 

There is something to traditional remedies and I am embracing them to help protect those I love. Oldies but goodies! 


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Post 20: #Coronavirus and a global perspective

We’re a group of friends and family in various parts of the world, and we’re sharing our experiences and thoughts during lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. Is it really already / only Day 20?

Your own oxygen mask first

RafifJ, Malaga, Spain

I am celebrating tonight. I just finished a massive client proposal, and this afternoon I taught an online class at my alma mater, American University. Tonight, I will not dwell on my guilt about everything – from Syrians who are basically hostages in their own country, or the millions of people around the world who are out of work and out of money. Tonight, I’m going to focus on the positive. I’m going to take care of me.

Over the past few years, I’ve noticed a powerful side effect of surviving crises: rampant guilt. We feel guilty because there are millions of refugees and we can’t help them. We feel guilty because we have work and others don’t. We feel guilty because we are healthy and others are dying of hunger, disease, or violence.

Guilt can be crippling, if you let it. During my Syria days, I felt paralyzed with guilt: I couldn’t stop the dictator, couldn’t stop the bombs, couldn’t stop all that death. Eventually, I learned to cope.

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Now with Corona, I hear from a lot of people who are feeling similar guilt. They don’t have the deadly virus; why are they allowed to be healthy, why didn’t they get the Corona lottery ticket? Why can’t they stop all the death?

My advice back to them is simple – and let’s agree up front that I am not in any way professionally qualified to dispense it. But I’ve lived a bit, and have experienced a lot of good and bad. I’ve had great successes and colossal failures, and I’ve learned with each.

So here are 5 basic things you can do to start to set yourself free. If you have other suggestions I’m all ears!

  1. Take care of yourself before you take care of others. Just like they tell you on the plane, make sure you can breathe before putting on someone else’s oxygen mask.
  2. A little guilt is good, if it motivates you to be grateful for what you have and if it spurs you to be helpful to others. You can get into a cycle of I-feel-guilty-therefore-I-do-something-good-for-others that in the end, is positive for everyone involved. Give back in small increments and celebrate each.
  3. Don’t bottle up your guilt or pretend it doesn’t exist. Talk about it. Hearing yourself say what’s on your mind may bring you back to the bigger picture.
  4. Recognize that no matter our circumstances, time brings change. Remembering that in the face of adversity can be reassuring.
  5. Reach out to someone and ask how they’re doing. This may sound stupid to you, but try it – you might realize that the simple act of asking – genuinely – how someone else is doing can help relieve your own stress.

And now that I’ve passed on this amazing wisdom, I’m off to celebrate a few successes and learn from (more) of my failures. I’m putting on my own oxygen mask.


Mending broken routines

RJD, Beirut, Lebanon

Yesterday, because it’s not a Monday, I rebelled against the kitchen. It is now a no-go-zone. Off-limits. My 3 meals a day with one snack (tea and one Digestive cookie in the afternoon). I am not on a diet, but I am going  to portion my intake and stay away from the off-limits zone. Lockdown in my own home! 

Today (again because it is not a Monday), I will start a new workout routine. Something I haven’t done since ummmm…forever (by EMC – Eastern Mediterranean Corona timing). So I am going to start with a light workout based on dance movements (everyone should always dance) and active yoga asanas. 

Tomorrow (not a Monday), I will add a new component to my routine and my baby steps will get me stronger, with better sleep and less anxiety. 

It’s the anxiety of the unknown, the worry about the future of the planet,
the fears we are living through each day that I need to shed.
Not ignore, but shed. 

Being an otherwise health-conscious being for most of my life, I took a long break that led to many aches and pains in my body. I feel lazy and depressed most of the time, and this has been a result of neglecting the one aspect that I usually preach about! So endorphins, I have decided to wage a war with you to get back to being me. 

This is Bambi

The first step is the hardest, and seeing so many challenges on social media, I decided my challenge is with myself. No, I will not be sharing daily posts, nor posting live workouts for you to join. Yes, I accept the challenge of achieving my own personal results. So here we go. Ask me next week how it’s going! 

Until then, I am preparing new routines to follow and get myself back to being me. My Sunday spa ritual will remain in my routine…and Bambi will continue on doing his Shavasana!!!! 


Thermometer monitoring

Tina F., Fairfax, Virginia

The other day I rummaged through my first-aid kit in search of my thermometer. I was desperate to have the thermometer in case one of us started feeling sick. Tucked into the corner of the box I finally found the digital thermometer I had bought over 6 years ago. At the time is was considered an innovative thermometer that you connect to the headphone jack of your smartphone and use with an app. 

I pulled it out just to realize that I would not be able to use it because I don’t have a headphone jack on my iPhone. Even if I could plug it in, I was sure that technology must have surpassed this innovation. 

I decided to attach it to another device with a headphone jack just to find out if it works. The app needed an update and then I followed the steps to calibrate my thermometer. The final step was to sign in. Wait! What?… why should I sign in? The app wanted to send me push notifications and notify me of updates.

Ummm, no thank you. 

I don’t know why I was surprised. I told my husband on our walk that the frickin’ phone has stored my thumb print, my voice, my face, and now my body temperature?

Last night as we watched the local news the was a segment on this thermometer. Jeez it was making the news! They claim to have over a million units in circulation and they are utilizing the data to track fevers around the country and their data indicates that they are seeing a drop in fevers since the lockdowns were implemented. The company is proud of the data and sees it as a good way to keep a check on the #coronavirus.

Personally I’m a conspiracy theorist. I believe that all these privacy infringements are a way for Big Brother to track his people. This company will sell our information to the government so they can track people with high temperatures for the Coronavirus. Other countries like China and Israel are openly using Social Tracking to monitor their citizens during this Pandemic. Perhaps it’s a good thing, but what about our privacy? 

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I know my life has been recorded for years, at the grocery store, my online purchases, the movies I watch, just to name a few. They even track which software I use because everything requires an online subscription. But just because it has become the norm doesn’t make it acceptable. Our fear of the #coronavirus might just be the platform Big Brother will use to manipulate us all into giving up more of our personal freedom. 


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