at sea: the pharoh's curse

yep. that's right. somebody in egypt did something that brought an evil virus onto the ship, and i caught it. i was sicky-sick the day we left egypt, and a few days afterward. i became the jackson pollock of toilet art. the hot tub helped the chills and body aches. the corona helped the headache. and the proximity to the loo was a bonus.

luckily we were at sea in luxury, not in egypt anymore. maybe that's why i loved cruising? one day in horse carcass land, the next day in a four star mobile resort.

i felt much better after36 hours, but opted to stay close to the W.C. during our trip to Corfu and packed my own T.P. for the rest of the vacay. doh! erin got a strain of it, too, albiet with different symptoms. poor girls.

for the rest of the trip the buffet lines were all closed to self-service (the restaurant crew served us all with rubber gloves, tongs, and, i'm assuming, copious amounts of hand sanitizer). i'm now virtually clean of all weak bacteria, but the perfect host for a new superbug.

"spray me all over" -- harley, to hand sanitizer applicator girl, trying to keep germ-free.