Castle of sick

In speaking to a new client, she just had to tell me that she needed to call me back so she could run to the toilet.  Oh boy, I’m so excited to go over there tonight for a CMA.  My alcohol wipes will be poised and ready on the seat when I return to the car.

It’s Tuesday morning tour: the family grabs the snot gobbler and runs out of the house.  They leave behind used tissues and acrid air.  All of the windows are closed up tight.  It’s winter.  It’s cold.  The heater is on spreading the airborne molecules.  We parade in flu-shot naked falling victim to cold/flu/stomach ache/headache/runny nose/diarrhea – Pepto Bismol.

After shaking a few hands, we run in the rain back to the car.   

The first sign of transfer comes later in the day when someone says, “Did lunch make you sick?”