the glamorous life of the ER doc

Brian came home from his night shift this morning looking very tired.  In one hand he held one of those plastic belongings bags they give you at hospitals containing his scrubs, and in the other hand was a large box of exam gloves.  He said, "I'm not even going to tell you what's on them.  Just a little spray.  But I recommend that you just dump them from the bag into the washer and don't touch them at all until you've washed them twice in hot water.  I think that should probably get it out."  I asked, "Are we putting the lives of our children in jeopardy?"  He replied, "Naaaahh.  Nobody around here is immunocompromised or anything.  So probably not."  Then Brian went and showered.  In our dream home, there is a fancy schmancy indoor/outdoor shower.  Brian can just walk into the shower from outside whether he is coming home from the ER or coming in from working outside.  It would be so nice for muddy children, too.  He wants his closet to be nearby.  I want the laundry room nearby.

As soon as the washer was available, I donned a pair of exam gloves, just in case, and did just as he instructed.  I immediately disposed of the plastic bag and my gloves, took the trash out, washed my hands several times.....  And then I just try not to think about it at all.  It's the only way to be OK with it.