When I worked (for a paycheck), I had a coworker that would periodically call me "Typhoid Mary". She wasn't trying to be mean, but it did seem like I was usually the first one in the office to get something, then inevitably, I would pass it on to almost EVERYONE around me. (Of course, the real Typhoid Mary never got sick, she just spread the sickness.)
Anyway, times have apparently not changed. My husband is now sick with whatever virus my daughter and I had. Actually, my daughter still has a trace of it. I don't know when it will finally leave her alone.
Meanwhile, I have been hosing this place down with as much Lysol as I can -almost to the point of having carpal tunnel from having my finger on the trigger for so long. I hope this prevents my son from getting it. It will be a miracle if he doesn't. This virus really sneaks up on you.
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Monday, November 10, 2008
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