So, that was the Norwalk fiasco. I made fun of it, and then last Saturday, after everyone had
recovered, I got sick. Really sick. Couldn't move my arms without feeling the need to puke rising up in my throat. I made it to my bed, laid down, but couldn't move enough to close the door, get into PJ's, turn off any lights or anything. I waited without moving for three hours, and lo and behold, at 3 am I was able to pop up perfectly fine, and go back to folding laundry and cleaning my dirty dishes! YES! Norwalk can't *touch* me! I would like to point out that Norwalk is a stomach flu. I like this image, entitled "Barf."
recovered, I got sick. Really sick. Couldn't move my arms without feeling the need to puke rising up in my throat. I made it to my bed, laid down, but couldn't move enough to close the door, get into PJ's, turn off any lights or anything. I waited without moving for three hours, and lo and behold, at 3 am I was able to pop up perfectly fine, and go back to folding laundry and cleaning my dirty dishes! YES! Norwalk can't *touch* me! I would like to point out that Norwalk is a stomach flu. I like this image, entitled "Barf."