multi-purpose sleeves

About 10 days ago, when I found myself pushing my Trader Joe’s shopping cart with one finger, it occurred to me that I fear germs a bit more than the average person.
 

If I’m being honest, this thought also occurred to me when, on our flight back from London last month, I utilized the plastic bag my earphones came in to fasten my seatbelt.

We’ve been eating out a lot lately so I’m not sure where we took this picture. But I think it was a good day since we’re both smiling.

I think the turning point, however, was when I considered using hand sanitizer to clean my mechanical pencil. It was then that I realized I needed to learn to be one with germs.

So I tried to stop using my sleeve to open doors (Success rate = 72%), picked up Maya’s backpack without fear (I’m lying), and even ate at restaurants without first reviewing their restaurant grade (Truth: I spotted one “B” grade at Kati Roll Co. and went to Le Pain Quotidien instead).

Maya opening Eid gifts.

And so it should come as no surprise that 48 hours into my decision to embrace bacteria, I got food poisoning from what I previously considered one of the best pieces of snapper I’d ever consumed.

The snapper knocked me out for approximately 72 hours straight. I lost about 10 pounds and gained several more gray hairs. 

I recovered, however,  and told myself it was an isolated event.

At the Laduree: Me being sick = me craving sugar.

And 36 hours after that I came down with a fever, cough, and sore throat.

I recovered and told myself it was NOT an isolated event. And then I went back to using my sleeves, my hand sanitizer, and I will obviously never, ever again order seafood on a Monday.

The experiment is over.