Do you know a teacher? They have the immune systems of the gods. I'm not joking. Living proof is my dearest husband. He's been home for a week and a half. In that time, Mateo, Danny, and Mommy have all had a cold. Then Danny got a stomach virus. Then Danny got an ear-ache/toothache some-kinda-nonsense, where we got emergency antibiotics called in on New Years Day! My cold keeps going down into my chest, getting some better, then returning full speed if I lapse on my meds. Mateo still has a yucky cough that sounds like there are frogs in his lungs, and sometimes finds it funny to cough AT his baby brother!!!
Ray?
Ah, he's just fine.
HOW CAN THAT BE?!?!? you ask with utter amazement.
It's the mystery of being a teacher. Alas, since I am no longer one, I've fallen prey to this horrid germs. So, when people say, "Being a teacher is great because of June, July, and August," you can now add that they also have heightened immune systems that are impressive as well. Of course, you only get that by being around lots and lots of sickly, contagious children for long periods of time . . .
Well, you can decide if it's a perk or not.
Meanwhile, I'm heading for a nap. :)
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