People at BCFG are sick. Guy came into the office on Monday looking terrible and saying that he felt awful. He had a nasty sore throat and head cold. Then Al Gore said that he had just gotten over the same thing. This morning, when I arrived, Mr. X told me that he was sick. He got the sore throat yesterday and now has the stopped up head, so Guy is clearly sharing his germs.
I must have washed my hands about a billion times today. I also kept telling myself that I was not allowed to touch my face. Do you know how much your face itches when you tell yourself that you can't touch it? I am normally not this much of a germaphobe, but today I was opening doors with paper towels and my sleeves.
Mr. X was working on something with me and kept touching my mouse and computer keyboard. I had to fight the urge to get the Lysol. Finally I told him that he wasn't allowed to touch my stuff any more. Pre-surgery, I had a sinus infection that lasted over 6 months and I have no desire to get sick again. I came home and gargled and rinsed out my nose--gross, but hopefully effective at preventing Guy's disease (or maybe Al Gore started it).
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