Fall is in full swing in the parts of the country that experience autumn (we don’t in the Arizona desert.) In fact, it’s hard to believe with temperatures in the high eighties that winter snuck in a visit to the eastern part of the country. I’m pretty sure it rushed the seasonal door and wasn’t supposed to enter for another few weeks.
Weather aside, November 1st marks the countdown to the holidays and the busiest time of year (for me, at least). Now begins more parties with friends and family, more school activities, and more illnesses.
Like the east coast cold front, sickness chose to get a head start. In the early morning hours on Saturday, my younger son became sick. Since I don’t do well with matters of upset stomachs, I stayed in bed and let my husband handle it solo. I had the perfect excuse, though: the writer’s conference I signed up for was on Saturday; I needed my rest. (I’ll write some about the conference in my next post.)
I had no excuse Sunday night/Monday morning when my older son became sick. My husband wasn’t available, so I had to step up (and not throw up.) Luckily there were no messes, but I had the urge to open all my windows to free the pent up germy summer air. I’ve seen enough home invasions reported on the news to realize windows in the city after dark are best closed and locked, so that is how they remained.
I thought about the three months of supplies in my underground bunker. I knew a face mask would be there and would offer me protection from our contaminated house. Too bad I don’t actually have an underground bunker, and if I did, it would probably be filled with guns and ammo. (That’s what the militant extremists in Arizona do, according to the news.) Yeah, I should lay off the evening news for a while.
Knowing I was trapped with a deadly virus, I wanted to grab the Clorox wipes and a can of Lysol and attack every surface and air molecule inside my house. Instead, exhaustion won. My eyelids droopy with sleep, I was sure the virus had me in its clutches. I prayed I would wake (healthy) in the morning.
Morning came, and I felt as good as I possibly could at 5AM, with interrupted sleep.
I returned home from work on Monday to find my husband had become ill, too. Forget the face mask. I want to check into a hotel.
Are you able to stay well when family is sick?