Sick Kids. Cruel Irony. A Closet
Ever wonder, when a cold leaves a person's body, ever wonder where it goes? If a kid in one of my kids' classes had a cold, ever wonder who will be next in line to get that cold? Ever wonder if someone across the country gets sick, who will be the next one to get it? Well, let me introduce you to me. For some reason, I am one of those people, who, if someone even thinks that they might be getting sick, I will be the one who actually gets sick. Not a hypochondriac, mind you, I just happen to get sick once in a while, and when I do, I don't like it and whining makes me feel better.
I watched my neighbor's child a few days ago as she was home sick from school. I tried to keep my distance using Lysol,a gas mask, and gloves. I even contemplated locking the child in the closet, but that just didn't seem like a good idea, so I went with giving her some hot chocolate, one of my pillows, a blanket, and my couch. "That ought to make her feel better," I thought. That will teach me for being nice. That same pillow, blanket, and couch that she contaminated just so happens to be the same ones I am using right now to try to make myself feel better even though I got sick from them because I used them to make her feel better which ended up making me sick. Is your head spinning? It is a cruel irony. Humm, about that closet...
I am only up right now because my phone was across the room and most people know I can't operate or think unless my phone is within a certain amount of feet from my hands; it is my lifeline. I will save that topic for another time, but I have no idea how people functioned without their cell phones. Anyway, since I am up, I thought I would stop by and write this and complain that I am not feeling well and am going back to my contaminated pillow, blanket, and couch. I am also looking for a job, but don't want to chance sending out a resume with a medicated brain. So, I will just wait on that until tomorrow.
Now, all you sickies out there, stay away. It is not rude not to share your sick germs. I don't want them but somehow always end up with them. Take them somewhere else, I promise you that I won't mind. Ah-choo! I mean good day.
(c) 2007 Cindy Breninger. All Rights Reserved.
I watched my neighbor's child a few days ago as she was home sick from school. I tried to keep my distance using Lysol,a gas mask, and gloves. I even contemplated locking the child in the closet, but that just didn't seem like a good idea, so I went with giving her some hot chocolate, one of my pillows, a blanket, and my couch. "That ought to make her feel better," I thought. That will teach me for being nice. That same pillow, blanket, and couch that she contaminated just so happens to be the same ones I am using right now to try to make myself feel better even though I got sick from them because I used them to make her feel better which ended up making me sick. Is your head spinning? It is a cruel irony. Humm, about that closet...
I am only up right now because my phone was across the room and most people know I can't operate or think unless my phone is within a certain amount of feet from my hands; it is my lifeline. I will save that topic for another time, but I have no idea how people functioned without their cell phones. Anyway, since I am up, I thought I would stop by and write this and complain that I am not feeling well and am going back to my contaminated pillow, blanket, and couch. I am also looking for a job, but don't want to chance sending out a resume with a medicated brain. So, I will just wait on that until tomorrow.
Now, all you sickies out there, stay away. It is not rude not to share your sick germs. I don't want them but somehow always end up with them. Take them somewhere else, I promise you that I won't mind. Ah-choo! I mean good day.
(c) 2007 Cindy Breninger. All Rights Reserved.