Bloody guts
10 April 2006. Inspired by rumblings below.
I've caught stomach bugs on four continents. I am a master in the ways of the Immodium. My Hep A boosters aren't so much injected as delivered with paddles to a shout of 'CLEAR!'.
So how come the nastiest stomach bug I've ever hosted has come from a swimming pool in the posher end of Madrid? Six days in and I still can't see the summit. Does anyone know a good way to get back at irony?
Right, back to bed. Urf.