Holy throw-up, Batman! That's what we are dealing with here. On a grand scale. First J-Boy, then Lil' A, then G, then J-Girl...the only non-infected so far are Lil' B, E and myself. M feels a little woozy - perhaps from the psychological fear of actually getting sick - and A is bed-ridden. It's a biohazard mess of epic proportions...
That was last night. Today, the clouds have parted a little. We see some major scientific breakthroughs and positive healthy signs. The boys say they feel fine and are adamant about saying their not sick at all. Lil' A is kinda mopey - but perhaps side effects of the virus, or just being anti-social. Could be one or the other. But...
A is still trapped in nausea land. Not a fun place. No rides. No games. Just pain. Sick, twisted pain. I got her some meds and we'll see what's what come a few hours. I made her some grub to build up her superstrength, but only time has the ability to tell...
tick, tock, tick, tock...
