It's May and I'm still haering about it going around. I had my son at the docs. today (3 year check-up) and the doc. told me their still seeing a lot of it but less in the past week. He went on to tell me he even admitted a girl last night because she was soo dehydrated. I just wish the season for it would end. I get soo paranoid when I hear about it. I still have my son off from daycare. I called last week and lied and said he wouldn't be in the rest of the week becaause he was sick. The teachers then called my son's father and told him, "Tell Tanya noone in here is sick anymore." They could even see through my lies because they know how I' am. It makes me feel soo stupid. I hate being like this. I can't enjoy anything. When I'm having a good day all I have to do is think about v* and my day is ruined. My sister told me a couple days ago that her son was sick v* 3 weeks ago. Three weeks ago she had him around my moms and wasn;t taking him to daycare and she told me she wasn't because all the kids there had it when in deed she wasn't taking him because he was sick. Christopher was around him 3 whole days, I was around him holding him, etc. I was pissed at first she didn't tell me but now that I think about it, it was probably the best thing to do. If not I would have drove myself crazy thinking and waiting for it to happen. Ugh!!! Help me. I find myself praying to God to never let me v* again. That's pretty bad.
Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus.- Colossians 3:17