Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Enferma

Sick days are sour-sweet. While they mean a much-needed day off, they also mean:

-No pay (so goes the life of an hourly employee).

-Feeling gross.

As someone who, for much of my life, got an average of one cold per month during cold and flu season, it shouldn't shock me when I come down with the sniffles. But for a whole year, when I stated taking mega-effective immunity supplements, I didn't get sick at all...

Until this fall. The thing is: when babies are sick, their caretakers automatically fall ill. Every time one of my babies comes down with something, I convince myself that I will not catch it, but every time, my prediction fails. Infants and toddlers have no control over the direction of their snot, breathing, or overall germ bubble.

Today I happen to be sick, but this time I did not catch it from a child. Which presents a second problem: how to keep the kids immune. Just as they have no control over what they spread, they also have no control over what they catch. I am just praying that this illness ends with me and we can all move into late winter cold-free.

...I am also saying prayers of thanks for a boyfriend who will bring me the "cute tissues", as requested.

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