If the comparisons were good, I’d go in without worry. Unfortunately, they aren’t. Flu carries off the very young and old in high proportion, and while I’ve had flu bad enough to have lingering effects from one of them over ten years on, almost no one winds up disabled by flu. A few syndromes that do emerge after flu are recognized and codable. Pneumonia (which I’ve also had) is particularly dangerous to the very vulnerable and almost no one else.
The same is not true of Covid or of what’s currently being called long covid. As has been mentioned a few times here, the issue is not the fear of death. The fear is of disability and destitution.
I’ll illustrate. Suppose I go in, teach, go to meetings, etc., and mid-semester feel a tickle in the back of the throat; for the next three weeks I’m fairly ill but caring for myself, as there’s no one else here to do it and I’m not sick enough to be hospitalized. Fortunately, since my job is union-adjacent and I’ve had my job while healthy for a long time, I’d have enough sick leave to cover that, though the same would not be true for many teachers and professors. And then…I don’t really recover. Symptoms come and go. My mind isn’t quite right, and my vision feels off, and some days I can’t get out of bed. My boss, though sympathetic, realizes I can’t really do an intellectually demanding job with deadlines, and recommends I go on paid leave while seeing if I can get the paperwork together for disability.
Which I’d do if I could get myself together far enough to organize it all. Eventually, HR, which isn’t really interested in helping me, does offer enough help that I can submit my paperwork. It’s denied. I have a few months’ worth of sick leave left and am told I can try to resubmit the paperwork, which I do; it’s denied again.
When the leave expires I have nothing. I don’t have disability insurance; I don’t have unemployment insurance; I don’t have Social Security; I don’t have workman’s comp; I don’t have anything. Nothing pertains. I spend my savings, not too well because my head just doesn’t always work so well and I don’t have energy to do things to deadline, and am forced to start spending my child’s college money. Eventually, I’m fired, and I lose my health insurance. Things can spiral readily from there into poverty.
Given the prevalence of long covid in middle-aged people who’ve had mild forms of a less infectious covid virus, why would I risk this? For doing what, teaching your child for what’s not enough money at the best of times? I mean you really have to think about why people would do this sort of thing.