Recently my husband drove his grandfather from Kansas City to Alabama to spend the winter with family. Then my husband flew home.
While I had a fantastic misadventure on my way to pick him up from the airport, I'll share that with you a bit later. Instead, I'm sharing with you why planes are bad, even if you're not the one flying on them.
Immunocompromization and Planes
Spouse #1 flies in giant metal tube of recirculating biowarfare.
--1.5) There is a sick child sitting nearby, the source of said recirculating biowarfare.
Spouse #1 goes home to Spouse #2. Spouse #2 is immunocompromised.
Days later, Spouse #2 is coughing up nasty shit, feels like he got licked by a mule, feels like a living raisin, and has a fever. (And is so uncomfortably warm that his always clingy and snuggly cat won't snuggle with him because omgyouretoowarmrightnow.)
Planes are just the worst. For so many reasons. Even if you're not the one that flew on one recently.
Ugh. Gotta love this barely functional immune system thing.
