Y'all. I am having an anxiety attack over here. I really think I need to see someone about my germaphobia. I honestly think I'm developing some kind of panic disorder about it.
One of my neighbors invited us over for dinner tonight. She said she has an inner ear infection and sinus infection, but is on antibiotics and is probably not contagious. She said it would just be us, because the other neighbor's daughter was still fighting off a UTI and feeling really sick.
So, I went. I figured since it was the mom and not the kids who were sick that we would likely be safe. Then in walked the second neighbor with her three kids. Two with green snot hanging out of their noses and one with a high fever and UTI. I wanted to just run out of the house. I know UTIs are not contagious. But then the kid started barfing. She barfed at least three times while I was there. And both the other mothers were dealing with her while I just tried not to start crying. I wanted to leave, but I knew it would be obvious and rude if I did. So I stayed there and felt my panic just rising.
The other snotty kids were just sneezing on everything and the three year old kept following me around....with green snot just dangling out of his nose. I am a bad, bad person because not only did I not wipe up his nasty nose, I just kept walking away from him. I'm so BAD!!!! I think I'm missing a nuturing chip or something. Because I just couldn't bring myself to wipe his green dangler. And I definitely wasn't going to go help out with Barf Girl. No way, no how.
I washed my hands at least 253,987 times and was just watching the clock for an acceptable amount of time to pass before I could flee.
I have always loved fall. It used to be my favorite season. But, then all hell broke loose last year with the seizures and nebulizers and hosptials and pneumonia and VCUGs and parvovirus and blood transfusions....and now I just view fall as the start of another hellish cold and flu season. I really have to fight back the urge to just shrink wrap my house and never leave. I feel a physical panicky sensation when faced with anyone who is even remotely ill. All I can imagine is Becca having a seizure. It is as vivid and as horrible a feeling as the day it happened. I know she is going to get sick. I know she will recover. I know it will all be fine, but I can't stop the panic!
That one neighbor is notorious for bringing her sick kids around everyone else. With three small children, the chances of one or the other of them being sick at any given time is really high. And two of her kids are in Becca's preschool class. I am just really worried about this winter, especially with a new baby, another kid who is in her first year of petri dish samping (I mean preschool), a father who is an airline pilot and stuck in those nasty, dirty planes and a mother who totally has PTSD from last year's illnesses. This is not a good combination. God. I seriously could use a shot of vodka to bring me down off this ledge.