Chicken Pox. Yes, it's one of those diseases of childhood that most people my age have a memory of. My Chicken Pox memories are rather distinct since they coincide with the arrival of my youngest sister in February of 1966. Jeen may have been the news of the week but certainly the fact that my brothers and I were sporting some nice red splotches came pretty close to trumping that storyline.
Apparently, one of the kids that came to writing club last week also has the Chicken Pox. The nurse checked in with my co-sponsor to find out who may have been exposed to the virus.
I quickly relayed my Pox experience, content to know that I wouldn't have to worry about the possibility of exposure. And then my smart friend reminded me about Shingles.
Oh...maybe it's time to get that vaccination taken care of.
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