Considering the conversation, herein, up to this point, I thought I would add a real-life experience for me, which has just occurred:
This morning I had scheduled myself for a visit to my urologist. He then sent me to the hospital to which his office is subtended, for a blood test.
I found the procedures they all had in-place interesting and sensible, and something I had anticipated, having seen all the news about the virus.
How I prepared:
I never touched a door knob without using a small paper napkin I had brought ( a pocketful) for the purpose; hand sanitizers were at every turn, and I used them, but did not touch the lever to cause the Purell to be extruded without using a paper-napkin each time, discarding each one immediately after its use on that particular task.
I was cautious not to lean on any counters; to keep my hands off my face ( that took discipline,) and even picked-up the pens that were proferred for signing forms with a napkin, too, even using one when asked to use a pen that only made a mark on a screen, not paper.
And here was my boldest move: when I was seated in the waiting-room of the Lab for the blood-test, a mumbling older female sat across from me, and then, a middle-aged+ man entered the room and sat two sets away from me. So, I said aloud, cheerfully but with obvious purpose, "OK, I'm going to assume none of us has to cough or sneeze, right?" The man replied that he had been sneezing and coughing. I immediately got up and left the room, something I'd never have said or done before all this virus stuff, for an adjacent waiting room. I "apologized" for that to him, sort of.
When I got back in the car, before touching the steering wheel, I immediately used hand-sanitizer we have always kept in the driver's door compartment.
When I got home, I washed my hands up to the elbows, and washed my face, then, and had lunch, which included a couple nectarines and some cantaloupe, all of which I had washed in Palmolive dish-detergent yesterday.
Howz all that grab ya, guyz ?
