Heart racing a bit, palms a little sweaty, sitting in the parking lot still wondering if I should do what I was about to do. No, I was not sitting in the parking lot of my local airfield before my first parachute jump, I was sitting in the parking lot of my hair salon before my first haircut since the pandemic started!
What I was about to do was step into a smallish room and get within less than 6 feet of a human being other than my husband for the first time in the last two months.
I am vain about many things, but my hair is not one of them. I often go for months with a shabby pixie, frequently using a straight razor to chop some strands off my eyes and asking my husband to clean-up my neck with his electric razor. So why did I choose to go get it cut at the salon now of all times?
It started a few weeks ago when I began seeing posts from hairdressers in my community about how much they were suffering from the shutdown. Then I got an email from my hairdresser last week saying she was back at work and would really appreciate my business. The salon had a really well thought-out plan for cleaning, disinfecting and minimizing risk to customers. I would wait in my car until my hairdresser was ready for me. I could skip shampooing and blow drying to minimize time in the salon. She would be wearing a mask, I could wear a mask attached to my ears. She would just need to take my mask off momentarily to clean-up around my ears.
The risk-averse voice started niggling in my head – her cloth mask is not going to protect you from aerosolized particles that leak as she cuts your hair, talking, laughing and breathing, you really don’t want to do this. And what if you have the coronavirus and unknowingly give it to her – not a good idea at all! Then the scientist brain took over and said – wait a minute, don’t make an offhand decision based on your fear, make a calculated and educated decision. And that’s what I did.
My hairdresser has a young family and recently bought a home for which she would need to make monthly payments. It would be very difficult for her to do that without a paycheck and she might lose her home. Then the nervous brain asked me, but what if she dies from the virus that you gave her because you didn’t know you had it? Is that not a lot worse than losing her home? But then the scientist brain took over again – how likely is she really to die from the virus based on her age and where she lives? Is she at greater risk of dying in a car accident while driving into work? After I did all the math, it became clear that her risk of dying on the way to her workplace from home was higher than that from coronavirus.
According to the NY numbers, 815 people in my age group, and 85 people in my hairdresser’s, died of the virus out of a total of 19.5 million people. Now this is NY, the hardest hit of all our states, with a likely 20% prevalence of the virus. I live in rural East Texas, our city has had 1 case and 1 death which happened in mid March and the salon is also in a city with exactly one coronavirus death. So my risk of death from the virus is minute, hers even less so since she is in her 20s.
After I looked at the numbers, I could not help but wonder why I was more scared of the coronavirus than many other things, say TB, which is rampant in India. The time I spent a whole year there doing research, more than 400,000 people died from TB alone! I happily spent hours everyday that year in hospital wards, outpatient clinics, slums and other crowded areas without giving it a second thought. And now I was scared to get my haircut at a rural Texas salon in a city where one death has occurred from COVID-19 since the pandemic came to the US?!
I don’t know why I feel this way – maybe it’s TV news, maybe it’s Facebook. But whatever the reason, I’m sure I do not want to live in unfounded fear for the next several months to years. I won’t be stupidly taking high risks for myself or selfishly putting vulnerable people at high risk of death, but neither will I cower in fear over a minuscule risk. I want to return to being that person who made rational, not fear-driven choices. Finding that person again has been a slow and difficult process. The trip to the salon was an important baby step in the right direction.