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So I called my mom to tell her about this low airfare site I found on delicious and commenced to complain about the HORROR that is my current state of health.
"Oh, sounds like norovirus," says mom. "There's a CDC warning out for it right now. Drink some gatorade."
"What, you mean that cruise ship thing?" I ask, annoyed that I have contracted an illness from poor food-handling.
"Sounds like that's it," mom doesn't directly respond to what I said, as per usual.
Arg! At least I should be better by tomorrow according to the CDC website. This explains the violent chills I had the first 12 hours or so of being sick. I hope JJ doesn't get this from me.
"Oh, sounds like norovirus," says mom. "There's a CDC warning out for it right now. Drink some gatorade."
"What, you mean that cruise ship thing?" I ask, annoyed that I have contracted an illness from poor food-handling.
"Sounds like that's it," mom doesn't directly respond to what I said, as per usual.
Arg! At least I should be better by tomorrow according to the CDC website. This explains the violent chills I had the first 12 hours or so of being sick. I hope JJ doesn't get this from me.