Talk about “telling it like it is.”
Swedes have a special name for stomach flu (acute viral gastroenteritis) that translates literally to “Winter Barfing Disease” in English. I don’t know why it took four winters for me to hear about it for the first time because I guess it’s quite common. The symptoms come on quite quickly and include violent vomiting and diarrhea (often simultaneously) which continues until everything coming out of you runs clear.
Dr. Darling seems to have picked up this bug while we were in Halmstad over the weekend and it hit full-force at 1 o’clock this morning. And then again around 2:00, and then a little after 3:00, and one more time at about 4:30 a.m. And I know this because it was my job to keep her long golden locks out of the line of fire. (Believe me, there’s nothing quite as sexy as a Swede bent over a bucket WHILE sitting on the toilet in the middle of the night.)
I’ve spent most of the day watching for the slightest sign that I might be next, but it’s really hard to tell what’s real, what can pass for sympathy symptoms, and how much of my fear is the result of sheer exhaustion.