I think that it all started when we had to make anunschedeled stop in Winnipeg.I have been fortunate to have never spent alot of time in hospitals.So I was surprised that they had a table set up at the entrance with thatsanitizing gel to clean your hands.Bless health care in Canada, but we did not want to touch a thing.We (and I say we, as my whole entire family) quickly became obsessive to putting it on when ever we touched anything. I think influenced by the lovelysecurity guard who told us not to sit on certain chairs as they had seen some unpleasant bodily fluids (I dont want to know which ones) Soon after my return, I became very concious of everything that I touched.Thinking that everything was covered with germs.My students now know that the should sneeze into their elbows, not intotheir hands. Germs that they sneeze into their hands then end up on door handles and then the next person who touches the door picks up their germs.Its kind of a joke now that we point out to each other, look i rememberedto sneeze into my elbow.Somehow I have developped a serious dislike to germs and sneeze juice.So one of my lovelies today sneezed into his hands. I was putting thingsinto the cupboard and had my back to him.EWWWWWWWWWWWWW he sais the moment the sneeze escaped him as he looked intohis hands. I, catching only the ewww and him looking into his hands, directedhim to go to the bathroom immediatly and wash his hands. The kids started laughingat me as I was obviously very distressed. He got up and headed to the door, and Itried not to look at him. He tried to wiggle his fingers in my face. Which sent me dancing off to the other side of the classroom.One girl yelled, Miss dont let him touch the handle.So I raced to open it for him and sent another kid with him to open the bathroom door.I swear!!!! I have issues.