Fearing the Reaper.

We've somehow been spared from a few tummy bugs, lice, hand foot and mouth, fifth's disease, strep, and the flu for several months even after exposure to each. I know the ghost is catching up to us and it makes me want to board up my front door. I know. I am crazy and paranoid and "an alarmist", but listen up: with 6 people in this house, and me being pregnant, I just don't know if I have capacity to nurse illnesses in me right now. I have taking naps in me right now. 

My immune system is currently freaking out a little, as it does occasionally, and the stress of last week has my joints stiff, my lymph nodes blown up like grapes, and my mouth erupting with some huge blistery cold sores. Basically, I look amazing. (Essential oil lovers: I can already read your minds, wanting to come heal me, so just simma down now. Also, no.)   

Anyway, my spidey-senses have felt the cool breath of the illness grim reaper breathing down our paranoid and ultra sanitized necks for months, and yesterday, Grim finally kissed a fever on our little Corbin. 

Could be worse. 

Might be worse. 

Today, we're just sitting around, waiting to see if any chickenpox show up, because I've received 1-3 letters every single day for the past week that one or more cases is in my child's class. Daily. Cases.  

First symptom: fever. 

He seems totally fine now, but that fever last night means if he does have them, he's contagious today. I'm really hoping he'll still feel normal tomorrow and we can carry on as usual very soon. 

If not, well I wouldn't be surprised considering the mass exposure he had 7 to 10 days ago, and the joke of misinformation about varicella in NWA.  

Ugh. I really hope he's fine.

Has anyone seen my keys? 

No seriously.  They're lost and Soren has a doctor's appointment today. 

For vaccines, ironically.