Paranoia or Self-Preservation?
I’ve officially morphed into a germ-a-phobe, with a slight twist of paranoid hermit thrown in. With only 5 days left until my departure for the sunny Caribbean, I’m living with the overwhelming fear of becoming sick. I’ve taken to screening my co-workers and visitors to my house. Just like at the hospital, if anyone looks or sounds sick, access to my vicinity is denied. Yesterday’s telephone conversation with my mother-in-law went like this: MIL: Can we stop in around 10:00? I have some photos we would like you to send to Terry in Ireland. Me: Hmmm. I guess. How have you been feeling? MIL: Fine. Why? Me: Have you or Bob had a cold, fever, chills or aches? MIL: No. Why? Me: Are you sure? MIL: Well, we had had some aches, but we are 69, so some aches are bound to happen. Why? Me: Have to been around anyone that’s sick? You haven’t been to the Dr.’s office in a while have you? How about the bank? MIL: What the hell are you asking me all these questions for? H...