But am I sick?
The parent job notice didn’t prepare me for the lifetime of challenges. I thought that once the Pamper Parade ended, life would get easier. Not exactly.
With this year’s version of the plague, testing for fever is a baseline approach. And so when the youngest sent a text saying he thought he might have come into contact with the virus, I had to get involved. Stat! And naturally, I asked about any fever.
“No thermometer”. Now, I know we had discussed this, recently. Within the last few weeks. And so I suggested, in strong terms, that he head over to the pharmacy and pick one up. Nope. They were sold out. Of course, the kid went to his own life experience, and asked if he could use something from the local hardware store. Perhaps a meat thermometer, like the one he had purchased to check on a roast of beef.
Well, Google says yes, sort of. I thought that a better approach would be to call on the force of commerce known as Amazon, and I immediately sent screen caps with suggestions. Paid particular notice to the anticipated delivery dates (because there is urgent and then there is “slow boat from China”). I’m waiting for new information on that.
The kid did come back with a clarification. Yes, he knew someone else that was ill, but that might have been from poorly prepared food (home vegan warfare). We’re back to pre-panic levels, but I realize that where I want to be prepared, my kids figure (that I’ll be prepared, so they don’t need to be).
