Today, the little pirates and I, who are as yet healthy, all traipsed down to the county health dept. (think depressing 3 story post-Communist block style building, with a pink stucco facade) and have received our doses of immune
The children were appalled. I think that where the nurse was sticking the needles bugged them more than the actual needles.
I had to go first to quell the mutiny.
Then, this being LA, we all had to stop at Starbucks for a restorative grande non fat marble mocha no whip macchiato, after.
So now we will either not get hepatitis at all or we will still get it but not as badly. I am reliably informed by the powers that be that if, after lining up and getting needled in the arse, they still get sick, a coup will be staged, a new captain will be elected and I am walking the plank.
Being the only able bodied adult on board, I am maintaining the children's activities, homeschooling, taking care of that sick guy of mine and kinda just trying to keep things around here on an even keel. Consequently, I am bone tired and not getting a whole hell of a lot of knitting done. I am so tired, I missed Project Runway last night, in favor of sleep.
I have learned more about viral and bacterial transmission of disease in the last few days than I ever wanted to know. But here's the thing. Avoid salad bars. I know they look yummy. Avoid 'em. Eat hot foods hot. Cold foods cold. Wash your veggies and produce at home, yes even those pre-bagged salads. Wash your hands. Pray your gods that everyone else is washing their hands, too. And remember there's always immune goblins and a public health nurse just waiting to poke you in the arse.