As I posted on Facebook on New Year’s Day, there was a time when puking all night on New Year’s Eve meant you’d had a “good time”. But this year, it wasn’t such a good time since Pace caught a flu bug and spent the night in bed between Shea and I, puking into a bucket every half hour on the hour. Then, to top it off, he passed the bug onto his dad who spent the next day in bed…only leaving its warm comforting confines to stumble to the bathroom.
One of the strangest things about this bout of illness was seeing how many of my Facebook friends across the country were posting updates about their own battles with the flu. Sort of reminds me of how Google plotted reported cases of H1N1 on a map to help track the spread of the disease.