A plague on both your houses!

DU has been infected in the last week or so with Norovirus - or what we call colloquially "the stomach flu."  And of course I contracted it despite all efforts at obsessive hand-washing and refusing to touch anything from a student all week.  It sounds simple enough, and even the CDC will tell you that it's basically harmless, lasts about 24 hours, and may include "vomiting, diarrhea, nausea, and body aches."  Seems to me they could mention that one might also experience the physical bodily fluid equivalent of a mass evacuation of, say, a small metropolitan city in the shortest time possible with no one permitted back into the city limits under pain of death.  

After spending my third - yes, my THIRD - day in an emergency room in the last six months, I became somewhat despondent.  After all, in my previous 35 years of existence, and up to last fall, I had spent exactly six days in a hospital ever - two when I was born, two when my daughter was born and two more days for good measure in graduate school (version 1) when I got a bad strep infection.  So how is it that in the past year I've had a major emergency surgery and three trips to the ER?  The irony, of course, is that at this point in my life, I'm actually healthier than I've ever been in terms of weight, cholesterol, blood pressure, cardiovascular health, physical strength, and eating well.  Makes me want to go back to smoking, drinking, and eating whatever the hell I want whilst sitting on the sofa.  Ha.

But here I am once more, back at school and today I make no efforts whatsoever.  I am wearing sweats, no makeup and I've even kicked my shoes off for comfort.  I've done no work for the week, and I don't plan to start now.  I'm so tired that I can barely stay awake and so thirsty...

What a pointless entry.