Sick of (or from) school
During the first couple weeks of school, we’ve collected enough viruses to open our own satellite branch of the CDC. I just pack their lunches in beakers and Petri dishes for easier swabbing later. We’ve been to the pediatrician three times, and have the pharmacy on speed dial.
And it’s not just the students in the house getting sick. The baby is learning her colors at an early age; green nose, red rash and pink eye. I have a relentless tickle in the back of my throat that makes me sound like I’ve been using a pack of Marlboros as a throat lozenge for the past week. Even the dog is putting hot tea and honey in her water bowl.
Some might call this a “summer cold,” but I’m placing bets that the Rotavirus lives longer on a bucket of warm, moist Play-Doh from a kindergarten play table than a sandcastle.
I think perhaps they should include penicillin on that long list of school supplies.