Why couldn't my patronus be something cool like a unicorn or a hypogriff? But it still did it's job of protecting me from evil.
The morning of the sister's meeting in my mother's room at the care center found me so congested and obviously contagious that I begged off. If I'd gone they probably would have stopped me at the front desk and thoroughly sprayed me with sanitizer before tossing me outside.
But I had to work that night because in retail they don't care how sick you are as long as you're mobile. I went all around the store straightening the clothes while clutching a wad of soggy tissues in one hand and popping cough drops in my mouth. I apologize to anyone I infected and I'm sure there are many. I got my daughter sick just days before her singing audition for the school play. I shared my germs with a friend visiting from out of town. (Since it was a rare visit we decided the risk of contagion was worth it.) I think the only person in contact with me that didn't catch it was my husband. Yeah, that would have been like immaculate conception. *snort*
I'm still secreting massive amounts of phlegm at an alarming rate. If I could find a market for the stuff I could quit work and just milk my head. It sounds more pleasant than working retail during the holiday season.