Day before yesterday, while standing in line at the post office, two women came in behind me. One was holding a little, sleeping girl about 2 or 3 years old. When one woman asked the other how her family was doing, she said so that all could hear, “Oh, my son has flu and I sent him to school yesterday with a fever but I thought he would be better. And my other daughter has it too. Now, I think the one I am holding is getting it.”
These two women weren’t 2 feet from me. Upon hearing this, I turned to them and told them to stay away from me. Generally, I am a little nicer when I say things such as this, but as you well know, Claude has diabetes that he got after the stroke. His doctor told me to keep him away from anything that could make him sick. And I try. The two women looked at me as if I was the most horrible person in the world. I explained about my husband and about that time he walked into the post office. That’s when I asked him politely if he would wait in the car. I didn’t want him exposed.
Maybe I am old-fashioned but when my children were sick, I didn’t send them to school with a fever, nor did I visit the post office so that my child could infect everyone around. Now, there have been times when I wasn’t aware either my child or I was ill. Then later found out but I wouldn’t intentionally carry my child out in public when she was ill either. To me that is a very selfish act. It says that you care for no one but yourself.
Well, later yesterday afternoon I began to see the gift I had gotten for Christmas. You remember, a stomach virus. Maybe it was karma for my having bad thoughts about those two women. I try not to think ill of anyone. Today I am feeling better but still have a headache. One thing is for sure. I will try not to go out and infect anyone else. This is not one of those pass it along kind of gifts.