And then there was one

Mike is the only one left standing, as of last night, around 7:30, I was officially brought down by the mighty strep.

Not that, functionally, this has made any difference in how today went, compared with the 20 or so days proceeding it. Or maybe it's only been 15 or so. At this point, it all just feels like one Loooooooong day anyway, so whatever.

The point is, I am now on medication and should start to feel more like my usual healthy strapping self any day now. The one catch was that, now that I'm officially on medication, neither my prescribing doctor, nor the nursing super would allow me anywhere near my job for the first 24 hours following my first dose. Which, okay. I get it. As an RN, I'm supposed to be helping others heal physically, not infecting them with some virulent strain of strep. I get it. But really, how long have I been contagious? I'll give you a clue. It didn't start last night, that much is true.

But, we'd be lost without some form of procedure wouldn't we? It's like in my patient notes: continuing to monitor.

And, really. Pat on the back to me for fessing up to having strep in the first place. I could've just gone to work anyway, and none would be the wiser. I could've washed my hands just as carefully as I do every time I lay hands on sick people. I probably couldn't have gotten any of them sicker if I was trying, heart crossed.

Then again, there has to be some things that are more important than filthy lucor (or however you spell that... seriously, someone get me the correct spelling for 'lucor')--- although there are few things more unforgiving than a cut in one's finances.

Such a balancing act we walk sometimes.