Since I started working at the doctor's office fourteen months ago, I have come in contact with billions of sick people (ok, so not billions, maybe millions) and I have yet to get sick myself. I am currently conducting a study on why all of the other employees catch everything that's going around (and then I have to cover for them, which is always SOOO fun) and I don't (knock on wood).
It all boils down to this: I grew up eating dirt (and other things that are in dirt when you grow up on a cattle ranch). According to my research, most people who grew up eating dirt, who had a lot of siblings, who ran around barefooted, and who handled dead animals are less likely to get sick or in other words, have all kinds of good immunities built up to EVERY DISEASE IN THE WORLD.
That is why I laugh whenever the doctor tells me to be careful and to always wash my hands after every patient. HUH?? We used to pick up roadkill rabbits on the road for our dogs (mom still does). We used to throw manuer at each other. We drank straight from the garden hose that had been who knows where. And then following all of that, I'm sure we picked tomatoes out of the garden, wiped them on our filthy pants, and ate them straight out of our dirty, dirty hands.
Wash my hands after only talking to people?? I would, but I'm too busy laughing in the face of germs.
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oooo Erin, you are miles braver than me! I cower in the face of germs. If someone gets sick in my house, they can expect to have themselves and anything else they've touched, coated in Lysol. And, going to the hospital (or any medical facility) requires gobs of GermX or Invisible Armor.
Speaking of germs... (okay, weird transistion but oh well...) will you be attending the church rodeo on Saturday. Being from a ranch and all, I think you must attend! (And, you must also attend to keep us company!)
Why yes, as a matter of fact, I will be in attendence with Husband! He actually gets off in time to go for once! YAY! And, we will be helping with the rodeo. Nick says he is in charge of tripping the kids.
But, I thought you were going to Houston?!
A church rodeo? I hope you win the barrel racing. Is nick going to be the essential clown?
That's right, a RODEO. Of course, I really don't know what it entails and it is only for the kids. Has it ever occured to people that adults (AKA ME) want to have fun, too??
I'm pretty sure there won't be any mutton busting or any animals at all involved (unless someone brings one of those little rat dogs and then we can practice punting it up and down the parking lot). What does that mean? N-O F-U-N.
And, I highly doubt Husband will dress up as a clown. I fought and fought to get him to dress up as Mr. Incredible for Halloween...I FAILED.
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