I'm not a germaphobe by any stretch of the imagination. And for good reason... I rarely get sick.
I know, you don't have to remind me that I've just cursed myself royally, hence the title of this post - but it's true. Everyone in my family could take turns spewing vomit in my face and my impenetrable immune system would laugh right back at theirs. In fact, I'm the only one in my office who never gets the luxury of taking a sick day. Really. It's a blessing and a curse.
So if I never have to worry about picking up other people's germs, it really shouldn't bother me to do what I had to do today. But it did.
After 2 days of laying curled up in a shivering little ball on our bed, my wife finally raised the white flag and begged me to take her to the urgent care clinic.
The one day that only the most oozing, hacking, infectious, no-other-option-available people would willingly give up an entire afternoon in a desperate attempt to find some kind of relief for whatever horrible ailment they are suffering from. The one place and time where if you weren't sick when you went in, you were definitely the proud carrier of at least 3 exotic strains of virus on the way out.
"But honey, just because every muscle in your body hurts, you have a 101 temp and you haven't eaten in 2 days because you are unable to swallow doesn't mean you're really sick. I mean, maybe it's nothing serious. Didn't you stub your toe the other day? I bet that's it."
For some reason that argument didn't fly. And a few hours later there we were sitting in the "sick" side of the clinic waiting for our 1:30 appointment.
Immediately my bio-senses were on alert. I could literally see the viruses flying around the room and attempting kamikaze dives for my mouth. Not this guy! I kept my lips pursed and shut hard. And for good reason too. I heard one woman telling her mom that she had pneumonia, another woman said she had a raging case of strep, and the woman sitting across from me had pus leaking from her eyeballs.
But I must say it was worth it when my wife's test results came back as positive for strep as well, because now she was able to get treated and finally find relief for the pain that had engulfed her body.
Of course when I complained that I wished I had my camera so I could get a picture of the nurse giving her a shot of penicillin in her butt, she promptly told me to "Get out of the room. NOW!"
Geez, some people have no gratitude for the things you do for them.