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Smallpox???

Got a call from mum today (ah, geez, forgot to call her back, have to do that)...

When I discovered Bryn had chickenpox last Tuesday morning, I rang her to get her to let the family sitting in front of us at church the previous Sunday know about the chickenpox (they were a family of four gorgeous boys, one of whom Bryn had definitely made physical contact with)... Anyhoo, so today mum tells me, while choking back laughter, that she'd call the other mum, who she did not personally know, and introduced herself and said she was calling because her grandson had been discover to have SMALLPOX, and so she wanted to be sure this family had a heads up...

Apparently, there was a short silence on the other end of the phone, before the woman asked mum is she was absolutely sure it was smallpox, which mum confirmed she was sure it was, and the woman then asked if there was any chance she meant CHICKENPOX, which mum then had to admit, that probably was what she meant....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So, now Bryn is first recorded account of smallpox in Australia since, what?, the 1950s???

I should explain that English is not my mum's first language, LOL...

I asked mum what else the other mum said, and it seems she said it was fine for her children to get chickenpox, they would only benefit from the natural immunity - i.e. she hadn't had them vaccinated! Fancy hitting on another family that wasn't vaccine rabbid, LOL!

Comments

Leah said…
That's a gorgeous story :) I'm gonna add that one to my pile of stuff that makes me smile - right on top of Rae's planting the fake plant :)
HipbubbyMama said…
lol smallpox! :D

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