Listen, man. In the last couple years, I've stood in the middle of hell fire, flames as tall as my house, looking down at em. I laid in a bed in the burn unit wrapped up like a mummy for a month, pain that only the gods could endure, only to have em peeled off every morning, sticking to raw flesh, and a nurse at my side with a shot of dope to make it a little less exciting. And that's not even counting the six months recovery after the fact when they stopped shooting me up, learning to walk again, then three massive cardiac arrests after that over the course of the year, put under and shocked back to life a half dozen times, cardioversions, back and forth between hyperthyroid and hypothyroid a dozen times, radiation twice, and a woman telling me what kind of dirty, rotten, no good son of a ***** I am, along with whatever other shit I'm forgetting about at the moment.
I'm sorry, but I'm just not gonna fret and pittle my britches over a little bug that I have a 99% chance of surviving just to placate some bureaucrat trying to scare me into the idea that he or she knows better than I do about my own life decisions.
I haven't even been tested. That's how much I don't give a frickety frack what other people think. Life's a garden, bro. Dig it! Umkay? Don't be so chicken about everything just because the drones on the idiot box tell you that you should be. They don't really care about you. Not really. They're only speaking for the people who wanna tell you what to say and what to do and how to think. And they're getting paid millions of dollars to do it.