I was at a local health clinic this past Friday.
A doctor there, a physician in charge of the vaccination clinic, told me that the county had received a few reports of measles cases, but that it was a small number of cases that needed to be investigated.
She didn’t know what type of cases were being reported.
I had seen reports from people who’d come into the clinic, had had a measles test, and had gotten no symptoms.
The county was also having some problems with cases.
We had some problems here.
I said, What’s going on?
He said, There’s been a spike in cases.
I asked what type.
He said it was not the type of case that had come in earlier in the week.
I’d never heard of the type, but he said the county was trying to get a handle on that.
We also heard a lot of concern about people who might have come in from the airport.
They’d come in to see if they had any of the coronavirus, and we were worried about them getting the virus, and they’d be told to stay away from the area, because they were contagious.
I was concerned.
I thought that there were a lot more people out there who were getting it, and that the virus might be spreading.
I told my husband, I’m worried.
I’m going to be late.
We drove down to the clinic.
There was a large crowd outside the building, about 100 people.
I got in the car and headed for the door.
It was a dark hallway.
The doctor said, It’s the end of the day.
He was getting ready to give out the shots.
He asked if I wanted to come with him.
I didn’t want to come in with him, because I don’t want my children to get the virus.
I walked to the door and looked around the room.
There were a couple of other parents there, and I could see them talking to each other, and the doctor and the other staff members.
I felt really bad.
I know that my children have had it.
They’ve had it for a long time, and now I’m seeing it in a new way.
I started walking back to my car, and then I realized something else: I had just come home.
My husband had taken a call on my phone that was going to his children, and he was going home to his wife.
I went to the front door, and it was the first time I had ever heard them talk.
My daughter had told me about the scare.
She told me how scary it was.
She said, My dad was really scared.
I took my phone and called my husband and told him that I’d been out at the airport and my husband had gotten sick and was at home, and how he had been at a hospital for the past few days.
I don.t know if he got the flu, but it scared him.
He told me to call the doctor’s office.
He didn’t say anything about it.
It wasn’t until he walked in the door that I realized I had the wrong phone number.
I called the number back, and my phone rang.
It’s my phone number, and you know, he answered.
He called my phone, and said, I don?t know how long you have been home, but I am calling you.
I can’t believe I called my dad.
I texted him, I said my husband was out at work and I was home, I?m home.
I have a call to make.
I wanted my husband to know, I really appreciate it, but what I want to do is call my husband right now.
My son was at work the next day, and when he came home he was a little upset.
He took me to see my husband.
My father is really worried about you, my son said.
I just told him, Don?t worry.
I think it was an overreaction.
I remember my son saying, Don, don?m?t think I?ve been home for so long.
He wasn?t expecting me to be concerned about me.
He thought I was doing well, so he called my wife.
He wanted to talk to me about what had happened.
I talked to him, and at that point I started thinking that maybe he didn?t understand what had been happening.
I really started to worry that he wasn?re worried about me, and so he didn,t understand why I was worried.
He doesn?t like to talk about the whole thing, he said, so I didn?ve to go out to the parking lot, and talk to my dad about it and explain to him what had just happened.
He got really upset and he yelled at me, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I said I just have to go home, he told me. I?d