We just finished up another eventful week. Jonathan played music at church last weekend with another musician who was sick. It seemed like the entire music department was dropping like flies due to illness. Anyhoo, by the time he got through the 3 weekend services, he caught some serious congestion.
And then Joram caught it..
“One of my favorite things to do is deal with a wickedly cranky toddler with an intense ear infection, snots, fever, aches,” said no one ever.
It was a really busy week with Jonathan’s recent job shift, Joram is super sick and Jethro clockin’ in a 6 months isn’t quite ready to take care of himself yet. The last thing I need is to get sick too. Seriously. Ain’t nobody got time for dat!
Side note: Can I say I enjoy brushing my teeth? Like yes, everyday even? Well I do, I seriously don’t like having “fur coats” on my teeth. Yuck. Ok, so lemme paint the picture. My toothbrush is always on the right. I use it often, since we are all creatures of habit and sometimes even territorial, I know that my toothbrush is always on the right.Maybe that”s the dance instructor in me (dudes start off with left foot for all social dances, ladies start with the right.) But back to my toothbrush… it’s always on the right side. Can’t miss it. There it is. On the right.
Anyway, after a long week of being around a handful of other sick people and wrangling a sick niño, I’m getting ready for bed, and I grabbed my toothbrush. Or at least I thought it was.
I’m about a minute in to polishing them pearly whites when all the sudden I realize it’s not my toothbrush. It’s my ill husband’s toothbrush.
After I said that I literally started laughing at how awful this is. I really don’t understand myself sometimes but I seriously caught the giggles. I guess there’s no point in getting upset. I can’t undo what I’ve just done.
What next? I’ve been through nursing school, no need to explain what’s going to happen next. The germs are already multiplying to the millions by now, haha.
Natural medicine. I grabbed myself an empty veggie cap and bombed myself with a few drops of On Guard, a protective essential oil blend with Clove, Wild Orange, Cinnamon, Eucalyptus and Rosemary. Swished my mouth with it, drank some water and went to bed.
I “bombed” myself once a day for the next 3 days. And you know what, I didn’t get sick. HIGHKICK! I thank the LoRd Almighty for granting me these little gems.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story. Because it’s real. And it could happen to you, haha.