Daughter has contracted hand foot and mouth disease. She is itchy, sore and miserable. She is soaking her feet in hot oatmeal and feeling pretty sorry for herself. I am telling myself in a firm tone that I am not going to get it. I have had it already, but the strains mutate, and what I had in Virgina 25 years ago is not the same as here.
Living in the city seems to be a whole wide world of infectious disease. I am very ready for this family to stop catching things!
Luckily, this is more in the realm of inconvenience than danger. Still, I would decline if asked.