Unfortunately the electronic medium does not allow my words to carry their full weight of sarcasm, but if you imagine the most sarcastic thing you have ever heard and triple it, that should approximate it. Yet again is brought to mind of what use a sarcastic mood would be for an entirely technologically-inclined society, but I digress from my original purpose: chicken pox.
The youngest has it. How long until the rest of us succumb?
Of course I was sort of exposed before, years and years ago, and managed not to get it. It would be nice if I could feel confident in this matter, and laugh because I could not get it, but since I already have a fever, I fear my laughter must be restrained. Only tomorrow—or the next day, or the next, or some other next day—shall tell whether I will indeed get it.
There could not possibly be a convenient time to get chicken pox, but when it is nearly Easter seems particularly inconvenient. I certainly do not relish the thought of the days and weeks ahead as we shall each singly succumb... Unless of course we manage to all get it at the same time. Still the two weeks or whatever that it would be necessary to be quarantined while having the curse would—or I suppose I should say will—be most dreadfully annoying, especially as I am already feeling like a caged beast...
Enough of that, before it turns into a full-fledged rant.
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Looking back over what I have written, I cannot help but ask myself what was the point of it all. Was it merely to have fun with the drama of it all? Was it to release my feelings of annoyance? Or did it have a deeper meaning?
Hmm. I sound like I am playing diplomacy or something...
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The convenient time to get chicken pox is when you're 12. After that, they're generally worse than they would have been.
Status report: Four down, one to go.
When did you guys get them? I think that's when we tried to get exposed.
So, yeah... I have chicken pox. Weird. Which means quarantine for six to eight days or however long it lasts...ugh...
I don't remember when we got them. Around when I was eight. I'd have to ask to know for sure.
I guess it must not have been too memorable; I don't see how I could ever forget. I guess that speaks volumes for getting them when you're younger...
They definitely hit you harder when you're older. My cousin Brieanna got them several times, and they were progressively worse each time.
Yikes. I didn't know that ever happened.
It doesn't usually. She was an anomalous case.
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