First things first, I apologise for the rambling nature of this post. I’ve spent the last few days working on my novel, completely forgot I had a post to do and am still slightly in a world of my own.
I want to talk about illness post apocalypse. We’ve covered it briefly (by necessity, I am not a doctor) but I’ve spent the last three weeks fighting off the same cold, and it made me think of how such a thing could affect us when the world is smashed flat.
See, I’m unemployed, with a warm house and the internet, so I can afford to take it easy while fighting off this bug (though not too easy, I still go running and walking to train for the end). And even so, with medicine and lots of sleep and plenty of food, I can’t shift this cold. It dies down to sniffles for a day, then BAM! and it’s back to waking up in a cold sweat after a broken night coughing.
The point is this MINOR illness is making me feel crap now, when I’m fairly fit, healthy, young and well fed. What about when I’ve spent months, if not years, on subsistance level food, never enough rest, and constant tiredness and stress suppressing the immune system?
A simple, minor illness could end up killing you in that sort of situation.
And, sadly thanks to my simultaneously underdeveloped and over-enthusiastic immune system ‘not getting ill’ is simply not an option for me. My husband can get even quite a serious bug and shake it off in a few days, but I can be laid low by something relatively minor. So what the hell do we do?
Well, we lay in stocks. Stocks of medicine and healthy food to reduce the chance of sickness. We hope that the reduced amount of people means less bugs being passed around. I learn how to stop being a whiny cow and work through the bugs. We make sure we have a nurse or doctor – or a chemist, at the bare minimum – on team, if we can.
And then we do the thing that will often be our only option when the end comes. We hope.