So me remembering that heart attack analogy might have seriously saved my life the other night. I came down with a nearly lethal fever (among other incredibly unpleasant symptoms) and caught myself rationalizing away the severity until it became difficult to stand. I rationalized that it wasn't COVID because in between my vaccination and adherence to safety guidelines I lacked the most characteristic breathing issues or loss of taste/smell. I rationalized that even though my fever was spiking into the dangerous 39.4 Celsius/103 Fahrenheit range it wasn't remaining at that temperature for long periods. I rationalized that I was taking medicine for the fever, that I was drinking plenty of water, that if things get more dire I had options...
But then I remembered what I said here, realized that "more dire" such as a sustained 39.4 Celsius/103 Fahrenheit fever could mean physical impairment, and thought to myself it would be absolutely posthumously humiliating and bitterly ironic for these to be almost the last words I'd ever share with friends.
I went straight to the hospital. The universe was not about to off me with sadistic comedic timing when I just realized I saw the punchline. Is this thought irrational? Of course! But I embraced it.
Turned out I wasn't nearly as hydrated as I thought I was due to losing my fluids - and frequently forgotten salts - in gross ways at an alarming rate and my condition was "bumped to the front of the line" serious. The sustained fever impairment scenario came to pass. I was a bit too delirious to count exactly how many IV bags they needed to hook into me - most for hydration but there were smaller bags that contained anti-nauseants or acetamenophen for the fever - but it seemed like a lot.
Real possibility I just cancelled an appointment with the Reaper.
So take to heart everyone as you protect yourselves from the pandemic not to fall victim to your own intelligence. Your lives are far more important than being worried that you're over-reacting.