Quarantine

...it just gets better and better. Every Christmas I come down with some sort of illness or other and this year has been no exception. Freja began to throw up a few nights ago and the next day she had a loose stomach (as its called). Amazingly this didn't seem to bother her at all, so when Mette and I began to exhibit the same symptoms, I didn't immedietely think much of it.

It didn't take long however for my body to make clear to me the extent of this bout of viral infection for after just a few hours we were both prostrate with upset stomachs, loose bowels and the smell of vomit hung in the air. Not being able to keep anything in we have both been utterly miserable, though as a man I was naturally far more pathetic than Mette. Whilst I lay in bed with extreme pains in my abdomen, Mette took care of Pip, clothed, bathed and fed her and generally got on with the day.

I excuse my pitiful performance with the fact that since I already have an illness of the intestines and since its not more than a few days since I was straining under the surgeon's hands, I am less able to deal with the added burden of this new illness, but the fact remains that Mette did everything today, despite her pains and discomfort and I did nothing.

So, for now we are all down with a virus of some kind and hoping it passes in time for the christmas gathering of both families for Freja's first ever christmas at home.