There seem to be an extraordinary number of
problematic bugs floating around at the moment. Covid is still pretty prevalent
in parts of Suffolk, there's a terrible chesty cold ripping its way through our
staff, and now a 24-hour sickness thing has surfaced that has taken out a large
chunk of our cleaning and maintenance crew. I have a suspicion they may have
all gone out on a big pre-Christmas night and spread it around between them, but
maybe that's just my cynical brain kicking in and finding connections where
they aren't. And anyway, does it matter? We're able to cover the absences without
too much trauma, and if groups of staff are socialising together and having fun,
I say Good Luck to them. I'm just really hoping I don't pick anything up
myself. Or - if I do - that I get it now and get it over with, rather than have
something turning up on the 23rd that will make me ill for The Big Day.
But, then again, isn't that just me worrying unnecessarily? I eat well and take
my vitamins so it's not like I'm setting myself up for illness by being weak
and lowering my immune system, and it's not as if the boys' Christmas will be
ruined if Dad is a bit poorly. So I don't need to worry. And yet I still do.
Because that's what I do.
Anyway, I feel all right at the moment.
RC 13-12-23
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