Return of the Plague
Y Tu, Plague, Tambien
The Plague and I
The Plague Never Dies
Dazed and Plagued
This is a game die Frau and I and other dear 'Gaters used to play in college. But we used Jean-Claude van Damme instead of the Plague as our star. Classics like Run, Jean-Claude, Run and Jean-Claude Wears Prada will never be forgotten. And yes, you've inferred correctly: we're sick again. More specifically, the Husband is. With the same stomach bug we've each already had.
They gave him IV fluids at Urgent Care on Saturday. He got sick Friday night, just in time for his whole weekend to be ruined, and now he gets to go back to the germ factory they call a hospital, when he returns to work today, to pick up the new and improved version of said Plague to bring home and share with me and the Papoose. Lovely.
I'll be disinfecting the house today. Again. But this time, I take no prisoners. We've already started on the bedding. I will also be washing all dirty clothes, towels, dishrags, etc. I'm buying new toothbrushes. All doorknobs and handles will be getting the alcohol or bleach treatment. The Husband already cleaned the toilet. Any other ideas?
We even cleaned the Papoose.