Petri Dish

I feel like I've been sick forever. I don't remember what it's like to be able to breathe properly or speak with my full voice. I'm always tired whether I get sleep or not and sometimes I pray that I'll get hit by a bus (and survive) just so I have an acceptable excuse to rest. Working in childcare is very fulfilling for me. HOWEVER, I don't think I've ever been more stressed or more sick in my entire life than I am right now. It's as if every germ at work sticks to me and mutates and becomes this terrible, awful, no good, very bad disease that I can't seem to shake. Everything comes with a price. Happiness or even contentment is never free. Is the satisfaction that comes from the smiles on the faces of little children worth it? Every germ. Every stinking germ.