And for those of us with friends and family in the middle of an epidemic it genuinely is a bit scary.
And how!
My daughter's in Vietnam. The official figures show 16 cases with 6 recovered. But the word on the street is that there are dozens or hundreds more cases.
The rumour spreaders point to entire towns in quarantine. But this is normal for Vietnam, which is uncompromising in its action to stamp on epidemics.
(During the SARS thing, one man felt ill and was taken to a particular hospital in Hanoi. The medics did the right thing by notifying the authorities they had a suspected case of a reportable disease. Within 1.23 minutes, police arrived and padlocked the doors shut, posted armed cops around the building, and told everyone - staff, patients, visitors, etc - they were under a compulsory quarantine for 14 days. Anyone trying to escape would be shot. They'd try to remember to send food in and good luck!)
Consequently, my daughter's native mistrust of official numbers and propaganda (and despite the shiniest gloss on the situation from the government, Vietnam's tourist industry collapsed in a week) is balanced by her personal contacts feeding (supposedly) on-the-street, terrifying "facts" about the real scale of infection.
To her personal knowledge, the schools she teaches in near Hanoi have been closed for 2 weeks, and won't reopen until mid-March. A town of 40,000 north-west of Hanoi with 6 suspected cases has been closed entirely by the military - it's close to the China border, and a lot of people have been ignoring the government health protocols.
With no money coming in, my daughter's luckily in a position to bail out and travel to Australia (or even home to Blighty!) thanks to the Bank of Mummy or the kindness of Mastercard. But her employers are desperate to keep her since nearly all their other teachers have gone away, often without notice. She genuinely feels loyal to her schools and told us today she was missing her primary school kids like crazy. So she doesn't want to leave permanently. She just feels that if nothing's happening with work for a month, she might as well become a tourist again.
My point is this: for people caught up in this Typhoid Mary hell, it's a complex situation, with conflicting information, domestic and financial pressures, with overwhelming confusion.
For their families, it is worse.