Ernest and I indulged ourselves on guacamole and deviled eggs Tuesday night. Then I got sick. No, I don't think it was from the food as Ernest was fine.
I think it was from the three kids in room 9 that had the same thing. As I walked A to the nurse's office that morning, he told me how he had nearly upchucked a few minutes earlier, how B had gone home sick the afternoon before, and how C had thrown up yesterday but didn't go home. Yeah. It's like that. I'm better but now Frank is feeling queasy. He did not eat the guacamole and deviled eggs. So I'm pretty sure it's a bug.
Chicken soup for dinner.