Back to School Covid Style


Greetings.

As kids are flocking back to school, it seems as thought Covid is, too. The numbers of cases are escalating, ushering new calls for mask mandates. Admittedly, there are few of us who like masks, but they seem better than the alternative of virtual learning, for sure.


This go around with Covid is interesting for the fact that the sick seem to be younger than what was seen previously. But the most important take away lesson is that currently 100 percent of the hospitalized in the RSFH system with Covid under the age of 70 are unvaccinated.


While I am not discounting natural immunity, this statistic from Roper does seem to validate the effectiveness of vaccines in keeping you out of the hospital. The SC numbers remain lower than the national average, but I do hear of people previously reluctant to get the vaccine not getting the shots.


I hope this surge ends soon, but it does seem as though we have some obstacles to overcome over the next few weeks, at least. RSFH is starting to curtail elective surgeries out of concern for the record high census of patients; the hospital utilization is actually higher than the surge in January.



Steps are being taken to deal with nursing shortages, and it is hoped that all of the lessons learned over the last 18 months will help us deal with this most recent surge efficiently and effectively.


I just worry that Charlestonians have and will continue to let their guard down because we are all sick of Covid. But these are very strange times. Lightening hit my house this weekend after touching down around the corner on Thursday (who said lightening can't strike twice?), and a hurricane hit New England.


I hope everyone stays safe, and as a little bright spot amongst all of the storm clouds lately (literally and figuratively), we are offering our gift card special as a flash sale for today only.




I'm going to leave you with a link to my theme song for the day: "Lightening Crashes."



Lightning crashes a new mother cries Her placenta falls to the floor The angel opens her eyes The confusion sets in Before the doctor can even close the door


Lightning crashes an old mother dies Her intentions fall to the floor The angel closes her eyes The confusion that was hers Belongs now to the baby down the hall


Oh now feel it, comin' back again Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind Forces pullin' from The center of the earth again I can feel it.


Lightning crashes a new mother cries This moment she's been waiting for The angel opens her eyes Pale blue colored iris Presents the circle And puts the glory out to hide, hide


Oh now feel it, comin' back again Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind Forces pullin' from The center of the earth again I can feel it.


Oh now feel it, comin' back again Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind Forces pullin' from The center of the earth again I can feel it.


Oh now feel it, comin' back again Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind Forces pullin' from The center of the earth again I can feel it.