Hypochondria is hitting hard
I’m trying not to be paranoid …
That is quite different from someone in the same city having it. He is right here.
I am a hypochondriac in the best of times. This is not the best of times, and I’m freaking out.
He is claiming that the contagious period is past, and that he feels fine, but ohhhhhh. I hate this.
Just last night, Darling Husband was asked to do something that would require going into a virtual “it”-zone — germs a-plenty. He refused, not sure of how serious it might be if he got it — knowing how soon we are going to be trying.
And now, after his heroic efforts, I am back in the danger zone.
I’m going to go wash my hands again. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW!
As featured on …
Heather's Handmade Life 