We’re on pox watch here, awaiting the arrival of round three in the Great Chicken Pox Epidemic of 2013. In a lot of ways, it’s the perfect way to end a year that has challenged the notion that we are to “give thanks in all circumstances.” We’ve seen death, flood, and sickness these past few months. The only things left are… well, I’m not going to say. Because frankly I’d just rather not.
Man Girl Standing in the pox face off is, remarkably, Birdie. Somehow, her allergy-challenged immune system is holding strong, warding off the virus that has an impressive 90% infection rate. I admit that at this point we’re all beginning to wish she’d just get it already. I mean, seriously? The girl has a 90% chance of coming down with it. Let’s just do this thing and move on, people.
I waited years for my kids to catch the “wild” chicken pox, having eschewed the vaccination in favor of natural immunity. Like many others, I’m fairly skeptical of the public health system’s recommendations in terms of their effect on personal health. I get why it’s in the best interest of a general population to pursue herd immunity. However, I’m not charged with overseeing the general population; my goal is to manage (in asmuch as I am capable) the general health of the individual members of my family. With that in mind, we follow a selective, delayed schedule that makes sense for our family and its unique needs– like traveling to developing nations, and all the health risks that entails.