Sick and Paranoid
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Usually when I am ill, I just focus on getting better. My daughter is a pretty healthy kid and doesn’t usually pick up colds and flus from me. In fact, I suspect she carries them home from school sometimes and sails right through, leaving me to be the one who weathers the actual illness.
Things are different now. We are living with my mom. Although I do not talk about this a lot and may not have ever mentioned it before on my blog, she has cancer. It’s a non-curable blood cancer and she’s been living with it for several years now, due to the fact that she got through the first aggressive bout and came out on the other side where science was just then discovering new treatment methods. She was blessed to have lived into the days where doctors better know how to deal with her illness.
All of this is to say that here I sit with a VERY bad cold. My gums are sore. My throat hurts. My head feels like it weighs 50 pounds. And, all I can think of is obsessively washing my hands and spraying Lysol on everything I even thin of touching. Mom’s system cannot power through the colds and flus Gigi brings home with her like my system can. If I could just rent a hotel room for the duration, I would. 
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