Friday, February 22, 2008

A POX on our house

I can't believe I'm tying this. Matt has chicken pox.

In the immortal words of Bret Michaels, "Wassagoinon"?

Yes, my 30-something husband has been nailed with kindergartener's disease. He teaches ESL and must've gotten it from one of his students. Unfortunately, being a freelancer, he doesn't get sick days which means we're losing our only source of income for at least a week. (Damn you, The Man!) Chicken pox hits hard when you're an adult (Matt's seriously sick... but he looks hilarious) and since we live in an apartment the size of a postage stamp, we both know it's only a matter of time before Possum gets it too. And that's going to be big-ass barrel of suck. We're hoping that the fact that I'm breastfeeding (and immune) will help protect him, and so far he seems fine, but the gestation period is 10-21 days so we're just holding our breath.

Wassagoinon, indeed.


Missy said...

That is so many different kinds of unfair I don't have any words.

Guess that means Will can skip the chicken pox vaccine? One small bright spot?

We will send wellness wished your way.

Woman with a Hatchet said...

I'm sorry! You do seem to have massive levels of suck going on at your place, don't you?


Missy said...

Wassagoinon is our favorite new phrase at home. At least we have that from ROL if there is going to be no good clothing choices and a passel of truly un-likeable women on the show. Except maybe Ambre. I might like her. It would help if I could get over the silly way she spells that name. If in fact it was her idea. Which I have some doubt about.