Germ FAIL

My friend J and I, who just relapsed after his first transplant, made a pact to try our hardest not to die (which is unfortunately a lot harder than you might think). I majorly failed at that pact this weekend!

First was my niece's first birthday party. I love little children, children are adorable, but they are dirty little germ vectors. They are always sick and always passing bugs between them. During my 100 days I didn't touch her or go near her because she's in day care during the day and has picked up all sorts of bugs there, including whatever terrible respiratory virus she has right now. She was coughing and wheezing all day yesterday, but did that stop me from holding her? No, of course not! Although when I could feel something rattling in her chest when I held her I did try to pass her off to my uncle, but she starting screaming and grabbed my arm, so I was stuck with her. It will be a miracle if I don't get sick with whatever she has. And in case you were wondering, the worst kind of infection to get when you're immunosuppressed is a respiratory infection!!

Then Saturday night I went out to dinner with the French conversation group.... to a fondue restaurant. Yes, a restaurant where everyone sticks the same utensil that has just been in their mouth back into the shared pot o'cheese. At first I was ladling cheese into a separate bowl just for me, but it kept congealing and it's not so fun to put congealed melted cheese on a piece of bread with a knife, and I eventually just gave up and stuck my fork in the pot like everyone else. More than 600 different types of bacteria live in your mouth!!! Again, if I don't get sick with something, it will be a miracle.

Major, major FAIL. But I had a really good time.