Originally Posted by
weezie
Holy samoleans, there is a wicked gastrovirus sweeping around the DCMDVA. Many relatives were felled over Christmas and now husband-of-weezie cancelled his office hours to spend the day imitating a lump of sweat-clothing in the guest bedroom. He's barely moved. I've been sporting gloves and a face mask while wiping the door knobs and cabinet pulls with clorox spray.
I did check on him, sort of from the door, kinda, and ran some ginger ale to his bedside. It looks like 24 hours of sheer hell.
I'm a regular Florence Nightingale, I am.