I am a self-proclaimed germ-a-phobe. I think it all started back in the days when My Girl was a mere little 1 1/2 lb. niblet in the NICU. I became acutely aware of just how dirty I really was and was taught by the guardian angel nurses that worked there how exactly to scrub my hands with the right temperature water and an antibacterial soap and then cover myself from head to toe with a freshly washed surgical clothing. It stuck with me.
Now I never go anywhere without my antibacterial hand sanitizer and a canister full of wipes. I wash my hands a dozen times a day and insist everyone in my family do the same. I use antibacterial everything. So why is it that germs find my body such a hospitable place to reside? This past month alone I have had a week long evil stomach virus followed by strep throat which was then followed by a back injury that caused really nasty muscle spasms at night that prevented any kind of real sleep. OK, so the back injury had nothing to do with germs, but I just had to throw that in there since I am wallowing in self-pity. Now, a few days ago, I have discovered that yet, again, I am playing host to strep again in my throat - for the 2nd time in one month. Have the germs planned such a vendetta? I feel like they're laughing at me. Hah! This silly women with her antibacterial goop and her weak antibiotics. Does she think she can beat us?
The worst part is these nasty germs have interfered greatly with my creativity. I've managed to half-heartedly cut out a few dresses for my women's clothing line. I did manage to finish a scarf I was knitting, but I haven't started the sweater I so badly want to begin. I'm so excited about that! I purchased this DVD:
I am so in love with Elizabeth Zimmerman and anything that has to do with her. One good thing about being sick is that it gave me permission to lay around and read without one bit of guilt. One of my favorite birthday presents was this (thanks hon):
and I read it in a minute - loved it! I guess being sick has some advantages.