Sick and sick of being in the house

I have many tasks that I do, thankfully, all of these are from home.  Because of this, however, I am absolutely not exposed to people and sickness often.  When I do come down with something it usually does a number on me. I guess this is because my immune system isn’t as strong as it used to be.  When I used to task outside the dwelling I was rarely sick. This was, in part, due to the fact that I worked in a university and I was constantly around sick people.  Anyway, I had to go to the nurse the other week and as I sat in the waiting room, surrounded by people that were sick, I began to regret even going to that place. I was aware that I needed medical attention but the fact that I was touching and even breathing in extra germs was terrifying to me.  It was kind of like I could see the germs floating around in the air. Everytime someone coughed, sneezed, or even sniffled I dashed to the antibacterial solution on the wall. People must have thought I was nuts. I have no way of knowing what sort of air purifier that the nurse’s office uses and the air quality, for all I knew, could be contaminated with tons of bacteria.  I absolutely wanted to ask the receptionist what measures they took on a monthly basis to ensure the air quality in the building was safe to breathe. I am certain he wouldn’t have known anyway. I absolutely wish that the lot of us still lived in a time where medical workers made house calls. At least then I would only be breathing in only my own germs.

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