DH swears he hates the hatching and the chickies, and the dust, and the poop...but after my first successful hatch and the chicks were downstairs in the basement in the brooder, they knocked over their water container and he comes running upstairs and yells get some towels and heating pad and runs back down. I dont' know whats going on I freak out and go down there and he has 20 something chicks in his arms and they are soaking wet and shivering. Some of them were flopped over and stiff and barely breathing, a few were just a little cold. DS was 3 months old at the time and screaming upstairs, and DH tells me to take care of my son and he'll take care of my chicks. He has the better ones sitting on the heating pad, the bad ones in his shirt against his skin and the ones I thought were goners for sure in his hands he sits there for over an hour blowing hot air into his hands. Every single one survived. Soooo...I'm thinking he doesn't hate them as much as he says he does.
My DH would do the same!
VERY, VERY afraid. I've had two friends pick up MRSA in the hospital in the last year. One of them was 45 years old. The other is still alive and battling it with IVs and vacuum pumps.
I hear you. From a little irritation that I scratched, a little red streak started . . . . got anitbiotics , , kept growing . . . . 4 days of morning and evening visits to the ER for a much higher dose of antibiotics. And the whole time I was thinking. . . the best place to pick up an illness is the hospital!!
Can you write a script for yourself?? Silvadene. Please. It is a very pretty silver color, like the TIn Man. I feel for you. ANd yes my kids are only now learning to cook at the stove. I have an alarm call that I always use to make sure my kids are in a safety zone when I am moving hot items from oven to stove or vice versus. I've already taught them to get to cold water or snow asap--goodness knows they see me dealing with tiny burns from bumping the oven element. Boy that hurts.