Christmas, New Years, and the Norovirus

Update: Ryan and Jake are out of the hospital and everyone is improving slowly. We have one more to add to the list and that's my nephew Keith. It's a bit like a detective story. Who got what first...

We had a lovely Christmas. Plus an uninvited guest. Who'd have thought a virus could spread so fast. It leaped from one family to the next, taking each person down in a fury of vile symptoms. My grandson Jacob, who a few hours previous was  bouncing down the streets of San Francisco, was taken in one fell swoop.

"I'm dizzy, Mom," was all he said before hitting the floor.

Dehydration can take you fast. He's still in the hospital, but should be released tomorrow.

My husband of 41 years is laying on the bed, a fever of 101 accompanied by various disgustng symtoms. "Feels like I got hit by a truck," he mutters before rolling over.

I had no idea this virus could be so bad. If you run into someone who has it, wash your hands and disappear fast.

My poor daughter hasn't slept in 48 hours. I talked to my grandson, though I doubt he'll remember our conversation. There's nothing worse than worrying about a sick grandchild.

Here's wishing you a Happy new year, filled with prosperity, love, and good health!