You've got to be kidding me.
Just to be clear, we've established that I spend most of my waking hours with some pretty sick little people, right? People that in addition to cancer or complications from prematurity are also being treated for such fun and exciting maladies as rotavirus, and vancomycin resistant enterococcous. I change their diapers, I do head to toe assessments on them, I'll give them hugs even if they were depositing their last meal in some variety of plastic bucket just a few minutes before. No problem. And, even after months of more or less living in the lovely little germ factory we call the hospital, have I personally contracted VRE or rotavirus? No, I have not.
So, explain to me how after just three hours of nannying for two outwardly completely normal children yesterday, I've magically come down with what looks suspiciously like a GI bug. Fever, headache, general blah-ness...from less than half a clinical shift with a healthy 3yr and 5 month old, after WHOLE SCHOOL QUARTERS around really sick kids, with not so much as a cold. That's it. I'm having a Purel dispenser surgically attached to my forehead. Apparently, nowhere is safe anymore.
So, explain to me how after just three hours of nannying for two outwardly completely normal children yesterday, I've magically come down with what looks suspiciously like a GI bug. Fever, headache, general blah-ness...from less than half a clinical shift with a healthy 3yr and 5 month old, after WHOLE SCHOOL QUARTERS around really sick kids, with not so much as a cold. That's it. I'm having a Purel dispenser surgically attached to my forehead. Apparently, nowhere is safe anymore.