The first of our number succumbed Friday night. We made him as comfortable as we could and kept vigilant watch that no other victim should be taken. We quarantined him. We fortified our defenses with bleach and Lysol. But it was all to no avail. By Sunday, five of the six of us had fallen.
Still, we guard our one survivor, the youngest of us, with everything we have. As of this writing, he remains untouched. We clutch our Lysol and pray that our good fortune holds.
Boo! Isn't it supposed to work the other way? The youngest gets sick first, and the strongest parent survives? Fingers crossed for a speedy recovery, and new, more powerful immunities.(Is that a word? You know what I mean.)
ReplyDeleteburn. speedy recovery to you & yours.
ReplyDelete...your wording makes me think of zombies. i hope it hasn't come to that.
-magoo
I'm sorry. Feel better soon Delia and all the Delia-ettes.
ReplyDeleteAw, that sucks. Hope you all feel better soon, and may your youngest remain disease-free.
ReplyDeletesending healthy vibes your way, I'm so sorry you're all sick!
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better real soon. In some ways it's better to get it all over and done with at the same time. Just put on a big pot of soup, break out the crackers and it's every man for himself.
ReplyDeleteHow funny, I used the word "plague" in my reply back to you over at my place BEFORE I read this!
ReplyDeleteGet better fast, or ya know, linger if you think it will help.
Julie
Thanks for the well-wishes everyone! We're all on the mend (mostly). The youngest is still in the clear, which is good because he already had a cold. Here's hoping it's gone for at least the next several years.
ReplyDeleteWe've had half the crew go down so far. I'm in the clear as of yet. I'm staving off the germs with Chicken soup and a long pole.
ReplyDeleteOh no, Kate! I'm sorry to hear it. I don't wish this mess on anyone.
ReplyDelete