The Fretful Mother's Blog

As much as I love me some hot tubs, I have to come to terms with the fact that they are unsanitary cesspools. The bubbly goodness merely hides the funk that lies beneath. Basically you have people sitting in their own filth along with the filth of tens, maybe hundreds, of other equally disgusting creatures. And you know that chlorine does nothing but try to convince your nose that it’s clean.
A few years ago I became deathly ill (at least that’s how I felt) and the doctor put me on antibiotic after antibiotic without success. She finally ended up referring me to another doctor who asked if I had recently been in a public pool or hot tub. Naturally, I had. It turns out I had contracted a “water bug” that required a special drug. Really, I don’t want to think about how the water bug was deposited into the source and made its way into my system. But I know it’s not good. That’s why I’ve decided to stick to my own bathtub with my own tepid pool of personal filth. You can never be too safe.

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