I’m getting a HazMat suit.
I have had the flu twice in my life that I can remember.
When I was about 10 years old, I had it. I remember it because of how miserable it was. I don’t know if 1989 was a particularly bad flu season or not, but I had it that year. I remember lying in bed with my mother sitting with me. She was reading to me and I had to ask her to stop because listening to her was making my head hurt worse. There were lots of saltine crackers involved, as well as Ginger Ale, Thera-Flu, and chicken soup.. all of which were regurgitated.
I never thought that I would die though, so I guess it wasn’t that bad, right?
I had it again last year. It sucked. Aman had it too, and that sucked. But we managed to not pass it to the kids, as far as I can remember.. so that’s good.
How? Why?
We’re smart.
The government isn’t kidding when they talk about prevention methods such as ‘wash your hands, cough into a tissue and then throw it away, avoid contact with other people, use bleach to clean household surfaces..’.
Anyway.. situations like this certainly make me thankful for things like home schooling and not having a vehicle. We’re pretty much isolated as it is and the only opportunities we have for getting sick are through Aman or if we venture out of the house for church or errands.
I’m thinking that will be kept to a minimum if people in Des Moines start falling ill.
Seriously though, I think the government should just start passing out HazMat suits. Sick or not, wear the suit. It would certainly help to halt the spread of the disease right? I should work for the health department. I’m a friggin’ genius.
Okay, probably not.
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