Bound to happen

February 12:  92 degrees

We were afraid of this moment.  Two people hit with a stomach virus and only one bathroom.  We are convinced that the virus shared by our Canadian friends has now made its way to us.  We patiently and understandingly wait for each other to get out of the bathroom and barely crawl back to bed.  Dammit.  Did we drink any tap water?  Will this last a couple of days like it did with our friends?  How are we going to take care of each other?  How are we going to take care of ourselves?

We immediately begin the hydration process.  Mid morning, Mandy is feeling brave enough to walk a block to the convenience store to get some PowerAid.  God bless her soul!  I am laying in bed trying to not cause any movements that may upset my stomach but my sweating is causing me to wipe small running pellets off my body.  I just want it to stop.

Sipping liquids and many trips to the bathroom later, we are actually starting to feel better.  We pick up an Ipad and curse our friends for sharing the virus.  Maybe I won't try eating until mañana.