Last weekend was spent in the vicinity of four little children, aka germ factories. This week my daughter, sister, one child, two grandchildren and our family patriarch are sneezing and feverish.
With a lifelong history of asthma it got so bad for Trudi she spent a night in the hospital. She was discharged early when the hospital ran out of staff! Triaged out.
I spoke with Trudi this afternoon. She sounds and feels 1,000% better.
I haven’t spoken with Stef but Helaine says she sneezed four times in rapid succession. It’s no fun being sick. I feel her pain. Parental emotions.
My dad is sick too. He and I spent nearly twenty minutes on the phone. His stuffed nose was evident with every Brooklynese tinged word.
He told me about visiting Costco yesterday with LaTonya. It didn’t take long before he was exhausted.
“I felt like I was going to die,” he said, though not meaning it literally. “Next time I’m going to get an electric cart.”
I asked if he was capable of driving but his mind is already made. Someone please dial “9 1” and await further instructions.
Catching what they’ve got is the chance you take when you see kids. I made my mind up going in. I knew the potential. I dodged a bullet… so far.