Never in my life have I been in such constant proximity with so many people in such a confined space.
Now imagine the germs.
Two Thursdays ago one or some of those germs dropped a hand grenade into the middle of my relatively ordered life and walked away with the pin. I felt fine at the beginning of swim practice and had a sore throat by the end. So began a frustrating seven (but more like nine or ten...) days.
Hot mess doesn't even begin to cover it. Swim coaches were forbidding me from attending practice, office mates were holding their breath walking by my chair during the times I was required to show up, and little dogs were cowering in their handbags. Ok, no little dogs, but those who knew better were staying well clear.
I lost my voice by Saturday afternoon, but since I live alone I didn't know it until I was standing at a counter trying to order a sandwich.
Due to an administrative debacle a couple of weeks ago, my basketball section has already used up its one acceptable cancelled class. So I was teaching, unable to yell and unable to borrow a whistle because the next person would be doomed. Layering on the germs, I found out I have one student in the ICU and another diagnosed - on Tuesday, after coming to class Monday - with strep, which is something I did/do not have. But I bet only barely, since we all share basketballs.
One of the days I was starting to feel better I rode the shuttle to campus and everyone was sniffling and lightly coughing. Everyone. It cannot be escaped.
I realized that after these upcoming years, I am going to be either a Super Solider or a shadow of my former self.