Quarantine

I've got one who is puking with a fever, chills and an all over general pasty grey look about him.

I've got another who has a suppressed immune system.

I've got a feeling that one of them is going to end up hermetically sealed inside a bubble and sequestered into one room of the house. I haven't decided which one yet.

I've got a headache that is either from being up all night with a sick one or from a toxic combination of lysol and bleach fumes.

We are having a home check sometime between today and Monday.  I'm afraid the social worker will make us all wear masks.  I'm not wearing a mask.

Cross your fingers that Erik doesn't get sick.  No fun things happen to dialysis patients who get sick.

We are having 3 bathroom counters ripped out tomorrow because, you know, I thrive on chaos.

Erik's move to home dialysis was delayed a day just due to scheduling.  He will have his last full day in the clinic on Monday and then start at home on Tuesday.  And every day after that.  Until forever.  Or until he gets a transplant.

I have 3 kids.  This naturally means that I moved from the germaphobe phase to the it's just a little dirt you can eat it phase quite a few years ago.  Now I'm moving back to the disinfect everything phase.  If you walk in my front door and I start wiping you down with a clorox bleach wipe just ignore me.