The world should be very happy I didn't become a nurse,
because I'm very, very bad with sick people.
Coughing, nose-blowing, or going : "I'm sick, I guess I should have stayed home."
-"Yes, you should!" I'm thinking to myself. Germs don't have to be shared, do they?
When my kids come down with something, I have them stay in bed,
and when I've made sure they have what they need food/drink/blanket-wise,
I'll interact as little as possible.
Luckily for them, they're hardly ever sick, and that goes for my husband too. Because Sick Husband, that is worse than anything... I just hate dealing with it.
So, I'm not good with sick people, that's a fact. But I'm worse, ten times worse, when it comes to myself. Yesterday I had two school kids staying home, burning with fever, headache, pale faces, and - now it's me...
Feeling less than great, not being able to get things done, feeling dizzy every time I try to get up, while my head is killing me, I beat myself up, for not staying healthy. And while lying there without the brain function to do much more than write a mediocre blog post, I just hope it will be over soon. (And it should, because in an hour my husband has a meeting at work, and I'm on my own with kids & house...)