Surprisingly, I seem to be well...
However, in the middle of night a couple of days later, Maggie got hit by the same thing, so it was obviously something else.
Later in the day, Holly went down with it.
That night, so did Meg.
I was the last man standing...
... waiting for my turn...
... and waiting.
Never before have I been so hyper aware of every single ache, burble, internal movement or noise - each one surely indicating the onset of this extremely unpleasant illness.
Nearly a week has now passed and everyone is now pretty much over it, so it seems I have survived unscathed.
I'm extraordinarily grateful it bypassed me but I have absolutely no explanation why.
Still getting wee bursts of panic each and every time my stomach gurgles though...
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