Sick Daze

It was Project for Awesome week when a teacher-friend and Mom to one of my students stopped by my classroom. Her daughter, a tenth grader, delightful, studious and hard working, her daughter had the flu. "Influenza type A," she said to me between classes while I stood on the steps to my classroom. "She had the swab and everything." 

Really? Really? 

 I'd gotten a flu shot and a tetnus shot just the day before. I punctured my head with a roof nail getting Christmas down from the attic. My last tetnus shot was more than a decade old and the nurse talked me into the flu shot as bonus protection. The shot would not "go live" for seventy-two hours the nurse warned. Seriously? 

We disinfected the classroom. We used two containers of Lysol wipes (family sized). We wiped keyboards and chair backs and tables and book shelves. We washed hands and sanitized pens and pencils.

It was like some sort of don't-get-sick voodoo. 

Fortunately, I have time to make soup and breathe steam and sleep on the couch ensconced in quilts my mother made. I have plenty of books laid in, a cuddly puppy and holiday left overs. 

Even sick, winter break is glorious.