were the number of absent kids in each of my classes yesterday. Normally, its odd to have more then one out on any given day.
I have a feeling this will not be getting any better in the coming months...and I hate that feeling.
The "whoops I forgot to cough in my elbow!"
followed by the snappy, "Go WASH your hands!!!" (yours truly)
The, "I swear I wasn't picking my nose!"
followed by the, "Oh yea? Then what was your finger doing up there? Just resting? GO WASH YOUR HANDS!"
The disinfectant spray for tables that was given to us has had to be refilled already twice in my room. We spray down and wash after every class leaves.
We scrub our hands after every class.
I disinfect with sanitizer every .20 seconds, thus my dry, burning cuticles.
Every single morning for protection.
Because I'm really struggling with getting this vaccine. It's a gut thing. A feeling. I don't feel right about it. I hate going against my gut. I dread it. [Please note: If I weren't pregnant. I'd pretty much get it in a heartbeat. Or, not really care about getting it and gutting out the swine flu if need be.]
I walk around 3 times a night with something hanging out of my mouth...
and I'm a classy girl...
so don't go there.
It's my thermometer.
Checking, daily....twice daily....3x daily to make sure I don't have some sudden fever.
It's never been above 98.
So, I know I'm okay.
The oddity in all of this is...I never used to be like this. I never cared. Hardly ever got sick. Wasn't all super panicky about things like this.
But this time?
I blame it on the baby.