Instead of writing a full length paragraph on what transpired the other day, I'm going to use an outline to delineate it.
a) Woman changed two smelly diapers and used wipes on them afterwards.
b) Said woman throws balled up diaper at me, and it hits me square in the face. I am a bit appalled and angry at this point for the general disrespect, but I manage to let it slide. I am a gentle man not a fierce warrior.
c) I wash my hands immediately just to be on the safe side with liquid detergent soap for 20 seconds as Sage suggests in her article on noroviruses.
d) I am savagely attacked by the same woman with two balled up fists. After being jabbed in the ribs and being hit 16 consecutive times in the shoulder with a five-knuckled punch, I attempt to restrain her, disregarding any thought of her still being in a potentially hazardous situation involving the contamination zone.
e) I have no idea if I rubbed my eyes, picked my nose, or ate something without washing my hands again afterwards. I know I did wash them when I walked back in my house.
f) I sit at the computer fretting over whether "IT" will claim me as the next victim. One part of me is worried, and another takes the advice of a close family member whenever something bothers me -- "F it!" Stuff like this happens unpredictably, and I accept that much.
I really don't know if my chances are slim to none or if I'm right in the middle of the "danger zone". Any assurance or advice will help right about now. I'm usually good about this, but this sequence of events will not stop playing on repeat in my brain, and I grow tired of it.
For the record, it was all in playful spirit, so there was no sign of actual abuse present. I just happen to be a good punching bag. I'm hoping the wipes contained alcohol or some agent like it and removed any threat from her fingers before mine were entangled in hers.
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