So This Is What True Fear Feels Like

I'm at work today. Typical, yes; however, the conversation on our walk back from breakfast was anything but typical. A buddy of mine told me that a little girl in his neighborhood died of bacterial meningitis the other day. He also said that the same little girl had been playing in their house earlier that day, before she started feeling sick and flu-like. Her parents took her to the doctor. The next morning, she was gone.

He told me that as we were walking back from our campus cafeteria. I immediately called spouse and asked her to set up doctor appts for the girls and herself. Yah, maybe I'm being overly paranoid, and yah, maybe I'm jumping the gun. Maybe I'm not. Bacterial meningitis is *highly* contagious, and I work with a guy whose little boy is now in the hospital awaiting lab results because he was playing with the little girl who passed away. Call me what you want. I'll err on the side of caution and fight to keep my wife and kids alive. There's something like a 15% fatality rate amongst children, less for adults. There's no way I'm risking it. That's a greater than 1 in 7 fatality rate.

Though having said all of that, weef is at home with both girls, both of whom are bouncing off the walls, full of energy and vim. Both with deep, gutteral coughs, both with runny noses. Yet they have the energy of a nuclear weapon. And about as much destructive force ...

I'm so relieved that they're hyper. Yah, they're messing up the whole house, but they're active. They're not lethargic. They seem okay.

We're still going to double check.