There's this virulent little bug circulating among our friends. It started with Miss Z. She thought she had food poisoning, but it turns out it was some kind of stomach flu masquerading as food poisoning. Then it moved on to the K-Stein family, including 6-month old Syd. We, over here on the 6th Street side of the North End, thought we had escaped the wrath of the bug, but then there was the Saturday barbecue. JB and Mr. J both caught it at the same time. And now here I sit, feeling crampy and runny and extremely nervous.
Is it just nerves and lack of food that is making me feel so horrible, or is this the start of what we have all come to call the North End Plague? I don't know. But either way, it sucks.
Time to make another bathroom run. Wish me well on this "joyous" journey of sickness.