Our family unit has been under the pall of sickness since before Memorial Day.
Christy went down first, Daniel followed several days later. I held out for five days before finally descending into illness.
I wanted to make a note that, for three days, I couldn't swallow anything, not even water, without fighting through gags. Water, trickling down my sore throat, felt like fire.
We are now on the mend, although Daniel had some vomiting last night and Christy and I are still coughing like Dickens' orphans.
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