Let me begin this post with thanks. I know I’ve been missing in action for a bit, and I thank you for sticking with me. I’ve been tending to a sick infant, and now nursing myself back to health.
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Germs. They’re everywhere. Now, I’m by no means a germaphobe, but when it comes to spreading illness I get so irritated by a lack of consideration for those of us who aren’t sick.
You won’t find me wiping down the shopping cart with those antibacterial wipes. I don’t hand-sanitize after touching everything, and I believe a little dirt is good for you. And yes, I know illness is part of building immunity, but damn it I hate being laid up in bed eating bonbons watching soap operas struggling to make it another day praying I could just die and be reincarnated as a healthy person. Or worse yet, watching my little Lovebug suffer through a bug.
When I’m sick, I wash my hands before using communal items, cover my mouth when I cough, and I avoid public places and other people as much as possible. Hence no need for those damn wipes.
Maybe it’s true what they say about misery loving company?
But seriously, spread the love, people not the germ.
During my teaching days there were inconsiderate invalids other teachers who would come to school sick, and then parade around common areas spreading their germs. Hey, I’m guilty of going to work sick – I think we all are – but I hid in my own classroom eating lunch by myself rather than exposing everyone in the lunch room, and kept my contact to a limit.
If there are family gatherings, lunch appointments, or play dates, I opt for the “better to be safe than sorry” road and excuse myself from the get-together.
You see, spreading the love.
Recently, there was a family member – who shall remain nameless – with an illness. This family member was going to be out of town the upcoming weekend and hadn’t seen my daughter in over a week. We were supposed to get together the previous weekend, but this family member was sick. A few days later, said family member wanted to see my daughter since we missed them that weekend and the following weekend was no good. Apparently, there was still a lingering cough – and who else knows what – and low and behold two days after exposure my daughter turns up with a runny nose, fever, and you guessed it, a cough.
That’s spreading the germ.
I was pretty pissed upset. It’s no fun having a sick kid. She’s a trooper, and somehow can smile through, but watching her suffer an illness is not for the faint of heart.
So now I have a sick kid. You know what happens when you have a sick kid? Yeah, the whole house is sick. Yay!
More love please, less germs.
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