According to their last quarterly report, Intel currently employs 96,500 employees. That doesn't include the tens of thousands of contracted workers they also have. One of which is my husband.
Where am I going with this? Well, one of Intel's employees, got my family of three sick. That is all it takes to send a household to the doctor. One person who didn't wash their hands, or didn't cover their mouth while sneezing or coughing. One person breathing a little too close. Maybe they were a nail bitter and got their germs all over Intel. All over my husbands desk, lobby, work truck. Come on!
Three trips to the doctor. Three payments to the doctor. Three trips to the pharmacy. I am so not a happy wife and mother about this one. I'll tell you what. After this mess I am so getting my flu shot this year for the first time in forever.
Brett dealt with his sickness for a few days, thinking it was only a cold. By Tuesday, Isaac and I had left Brett at home to quarantine him. My mother in law, Sheri, and I spent the whole day calling Brett, trying convincing him, a man, to go to the freakin doctor. Seriously, I know it isn't fun, but what is it with men and doctors!
Finally Brett agreed to go. I left Isaac at my mom's to take Brett to urgent care. By the time I made it home, my poor husband was absolutely miserable. The kind of sick where you might as well be dying. As we had suspected he had bronchitis. He was given a shot for his massive headache, which didn't work and only made him dizzy, some cough medicine, and a Z-Pack. I ended up leaving Brett in his mom's basement to keep Isaac and myself from getting sick... and as you can guess we got the bug anyways.
That same night, out of nowhere I began to show symptoms. The next morning I made an appointment to see the doctor and get a Z-Pack for myself. After telling the doctor my concerns with this illness, baby, husband, upcoming vacation, I was diagnosed with laryngitis and sent away with my antibiotics. I was quarantined for the next 24 hours and had one miserable day that involved some barfing, but was lucky enough to get to the doctor quickly.
Through all of this, we were crossing our fingers hoping that we had done enough to keep Isaac out of this little club we had formed. Friday morning, I pulled Bubba out of his crib and heard a cough and some congestion. We were at the doctor's office a few hours later. Luckily, we were done passing the bacteria along and were only passing around a cold. We were sent home with a prescription to help Isaac's lungs stay open when he did start to cough too much. And we were told to rinse his nose often. The doctor made me feel much better when he said this will only be a few days.
Well. We are still alive. No thanks to some random Intel employee. I am sure we will be fighting this cough for a few weeks, and we will keep a box of tissue around the house for a few more days. For the most part we are functional again. But, wash your hands people. Please.
