Chicken pox. Barak has chicken pox. Un-friggin-believable! ::laughs:: I believe this is what we in the business refer to as “seriously ironic.”
But y’know, I’m gonna skip cursing the glare and be thankful instead that he was vaccinated, thus making his chicken pox minor and worth laughing about. After the doctor told me what the 15 or so weird scabby swollen things on his arms and legs were, I looked at them again. And then I imagined them all over his body. I imagined them on the soles of his feet and in his mouth and in his eyes and throat.
And then I was once again immensely grateful for vaccines. Because rather than soothing an itchy miserable child, I bought him some candy as a reward for good behavior and we played with his Knuffle Bunny on the couch, then had lunch, and now he’s napping.
Of course, I did make a few calls and e-mails to make sure people we spent a lot of time with are aware. No reason they should make the same mistake we did and drag an infectious kid all over the place, right?
But still, I’m remarkably grateful to live when we do, when chicken pox is rare enough that nobody who looked at Barak recognized it, the vaccine kept his case mild, and antibiotics are readily available to deal with secondary infections.