I was sitting there, at the dentist office, waiting for Uber to get a cavity filled (his first cavity – – yikes!), and I realized I had already used my mini-container of hand sanitizer three times since we arrived.
Again – after sitting down and realizing I had been resting my hand and arm on the actual arm rest (gasp!)
And a third time – when I watched a toddler mouthing the cover of the air conditioner vent (just made me feel icky)
Weird thing is, I’m not usually the family germophobe. I leave that to H-T, who single-handedly (actually double-handedly) keeps the Dial soap CEO in at least two different time-shares.
But me? Not usually my issue.
So why the sudden skittishness?
I blame the media. Not one broadcast news segment seems to be able to sign off without at least one story on the swine flu – – which HAD changed to h1n1 until the media-that-be realized that wasn’t nearly sensational sounding enough.
It’s the FLU, for crying out loud. And feeling as I do about unnecessary vaccinations, I’m not even armoring up against it.
Yet, I don’t want to be sick. Nobody likes to be sick.
It’s like my emotional brain and my rational brain are battling it out over microbes. And lately, the emotional brain seems to be winning out.
Next thing you know, I’ll be passing through CVS, and “just happen” to pick up one of those face mask thingies.
Does anyone else feel that irresistible urge to go spray Lysol somewhere??