Three years ago we took a houseboat trip to Lake Powell with some of our favorite people, the Archibalds. If we had not enjoyed the company so much it would have been a disaster.
First of all, before we went, Brett got a boil on his back that was so large he named it Bob. He had Bob lanced before we left home and Bob had to have his dressing changed daily with gloved hands and no swimming for Brett and Bob.
Next, Whitney and David went to see grandparents in Utah and Idaho before coming on the trip. While there, they contracted an intestinal virus that was extremely contagious. They were over it at least a day before they boarded the boat but they evidently remained contagious OR we were exposed by other people simultaneously the day before we boarded the boat. The very first morning, I was the first to fall ill.
It dropped everyone one by one and two by two and then mass exposures. Only 3 people escaped without becoming ill. Hayley was so ill we were seriously worried about whether she'd make it til morning without dehydrating. Fun was had by those who didn't get sick for a few days. Jonas was the only one enjoying his eating. Strained carrots, mmmmm.
Then Brad fell down into a hole where Roger was working on the motor or something and he scraped up his leg and nearly killed himself. He came walking in from the front of the boat sipping a soda with his head tilted up and suddenly he disappeared from view. He had a lump on his leg for months. Weird things just kept happening.
While we were floating about Lake Powell with the Queasies, I kept thinking, I wonder if everyone on the whole lake is sick. I know I get delusional when I'm sick. Nope, it was just us. And maybe that's how this swine flu is going to end. Everyone thinking everyone has it when it's just a few and then it's gone.
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