This Coronavirus has me washing my hands a little more than usual. And when I say, a little more, I mean excessively. So much so that my hands are beginning to ache.
I have small children at the house and I’m constantly trying to avoid whichever illness one of them has contracted next. It’s like playing dodgeball sometimes. I’ll try anything for the sake of avoiding a cold, flu, whatever they’re slinging at me. After all of these years, I’m still not very good at dodging them.
Now, with the Coronavirus making its way into Hampton Roads, I’ve stepped up my hand washing game even more. I’ve washed my hands so much that my hands are red and sore. Yes, I’ve washed the skin off of my hands. At least, that’s what it feels like. My wife and all the ladies that I talk to ask me, “are you using lotion?” Yes, I am, a lot of it. It’s not doing me any good!
I think I’ll take a deep breath, take a few steps back, and relax on the handwashing. I’m not, not going to do it, but this is crazy! My hands are killing me. Don’t believe me? Take a look!