By Heather O.
My son has just recovered from the flu. We don’t know if it was H1N1, but for all practical purposes, we treated it as such. After 6 days of being sick, he’s back in school, a little grumpy still, but otherwise seemingly healthy.
I went to church on Sunday and took Little Sister, leaving Dh here with the boy. When we got to church, people asked where my better half was. When I told them he was home with our son who had the flu, it was like I dropped a stink bomb. And when a young preschooler cuddled up in my lap in the chapel, her mother was particularly concerned. Other people told me I shouldn’t have left the house, and volunteered to bring groceries to my doorstep. I volunteered to bring food to a friend who is deathly ill with bronchitis, and she only accepted after I offered to BUY all the food.
It’s like I’m carrying the plague.
I suppose I do get it. I don’t like having the flu as much as the next person, and 2 years ago, it flattened all four of us but good. But still it seems like people are panicking a bit. I know people who waited in line for over 3 hours to get the flu shot. 3 hours? With my kids? Standing in a closed up area with thousands of other people, smooshed shoulder to shoulder? Sheesh, if that’s not a recipe for a serious germ party, I don’t know what is.
Anybody else being shunned?