I didn't have chicken pox when my older sister had them and Mom thought she had dodged a bullet. Maybe there WAS something that I was immune to. Think again, Mom.
My little brother caught chicken pox at daycare. The vaccine was just starting to be used and Mom immediately took Seth in to get it. The hope was that he would have a mild case. He did.
Guess who Mom forgot to haul into Dr. Rising's office? Yes, lady's and gent's of the genealogy word, our family's pediatrician for three generations was none other than the husband of the late Marsha Hoffman Rising. Anyway, Dr. Rising ended up seeing me in his office two weeks later.
Yup. I had chicken pox on top of chicken pox. It was the worst case of chicken pox that my school nurse had seen (she was a family friend who came over to check on me at my mom's request).
My sister noticed the chicken pox while she was baby-sitting, this was on a Saturday. The next week was Easter. The next Saturday was an Easter egg hunt that my mom helped organize for children with disabilities. Guess who wasn't allowed to go?
It's been twenty years since I had the chicken pox. I can't say that my brother never gave me anything because when he was five he gave me chicken pox.
(Happy Easter, Baby Brother)