Xander ,'Beneath You'
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One would hope you'd add crusty, oozing eyes (sans fever) or other communicable, but not mentioned above, to the list.
Not every crusty eye is pink eye! Sometimes it's just a ravaging infection. Rub some dirt on it.
A big factor in this Zmayhemi policy is Emmett's character which is, frankly, quite shifty and purposefully dedicated to avoiding school as a matter of personal honor.
Dunno how we got from Lipowitz or Lipowvitzky to Lipow. Suspect it had something to do with Grandpa fleeing Russia because of a murder charge. (My family always insisted by definition a Jew killing a Cossack wasn't murder. ) I never have been able to find ANY Lipow who came over that fit the time frame. Under the circumstances, I wonder if Willie came over under a different name entirely (to avoid arrest) and the whole "Lipow" thing happened in Newark.
My best stupid communicable illness incident was with Franny and a rash. School thought it was chicken pox and sent her home. Doctor #1 (not our regular one, just one from the office) thought not, sent her back to school. Rash got worse, so went back to the doctor. Doctor #2 (another one from the office) thought yep, chicken pox. I was thinking, stupid chicken pox vaccine didn't even work. So this time I pull her from school. Then Isaac got the rash too, so I pulled him too and went back to the doctor, finally saw OUR doctor. He diagnoses impetigo, not chicken pox, and gave us a couple of Rxs. It took another week for it to clear up. Madness.
I never have been able to find ANY Lipow who came over that fit the time frame. Under the circumstances, I wonder if Willie came over under a different name entirely (to avoid arrest) and the whole "Lipow" thing happened in Newark.
A name change like that, just shortening a name, most likely happened in the US. Also, what time frame? The immigration records from before 1891ish are spotty, and even from then until about 1910 or so are kind of iffy. Plus, any sort of computer search has to deal with transcription errors, which there are a lot of.
A former coworker of mine used to take her kids to daycare knowing they were sick, like vomited three times in the night sick, on days when she decided she just couldn't miss work.
Guess who got to field the calls from the daycare when the kids threw up again (surprise, surprise), and cow-orker wasn't in her office and wasn't answering her cell phone...
One of my grandmothers was in the DAR, so theoretically, all I have to do to get access to a thorough geneology on that side of the family back to colonial days is ask (and possibly pay a modest fee).
On the other side of the family, asking questions about family history too often yielded answers like, "She was nuts, in a bad way. She made her kids cut the lawn with scissors." And, "You know, there were several years growing up, when I had no idea where your dad was." Which tended to make me not want to ask any more. And now, of course, there are precious few left even of the old man's sibs that I could ask if I wanted to.
Guess who got to field the calls from the daycare when the kids threw up again (surprise, surprise), and cow-orker wasn't in her office and wasn't answering her cell phone...
Hmm, I had a coworker back in Az. who lived in terror for those times when her kid might develop symptoms while at daycare. Our line of work, you _can't_ leave until your relief comes in - that puts "vulnerable adults" in danger and could result in charges of neglect. As she was receiving state assistance to pay for daycare, they had a strict rule on how many minutes she had to pick the kid up once she got notified, before they had to call CPS - something on the order of 15 minutes due to the distance of the job location to the daycare site. That's not a lot of slop factor.
See, I sympathize with your coworker's situation. Mine could damn well have left, and, for that matter, she could've damn well stayed home with the kids when they were sick and not exposed the rest of the daycare to their assorted illnesses. Sure, she would've had to use up lots of sick leave and vacation...but I had zero sympathy for her, given how much leave I burned through during Annabel's first year in daycare.
I just realized that I got up half an hour ago to get a magazine from the other side of the room, and I somehow haven't made it there yet. There were too many distractions in between me and the magazine that's less than 20 feet away. This is utterly ridiculous.
Yeah, Susan, clearly she is one of those people who spoil humanity for the rest of us.