OMFG, the puking.

I hear there’s a list on the Today Board, about twenty names long, of those on the farm known to have the recent plague.  Mostly people started in the middle of the night, but there have been some later cases.  I know I was lying in bed, sleepless and moaning, wondering whether it was from the dumpstered iced coffee or unwashed hands on salad greens.  In morning, I found out I was not alone, though thankfully I didn’t have to vie for toilet time in my SLG the way they did in Harmony.

Symptoms (that I know of): nausea, puking, diarrhea, stomach cramps, headache, body ache, lethargy.  Side effects of dehydration and hunger.  Prevailing theory says virus.

Lucky for me, a few people checked in on me, and someone brought me dinner and my labor sheet.  Turns out someone also made an afternoon town trip to buy saltine crackers, ginger ale, and rehydration beverage for all the sickies.  In my one trip to the kitchen today, I saw the crackers with the masking tape label, “SICK.”  It was sort of adorable, and I might have got my camera for a photograph if it didn’t require an extra trip of slowly shuffling along between buildings while clutching myself.

Continuing to stay in bed is a good decision.