Oh the sharp searing pain!

No, I'm not talking about some kind of knife wound. Although Racho, aka "the hubby", was pacing more than usual last night...(I'm sorry baby! I swear I'll clean the kitchen! don't hurt me!)...

But no! The worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life has come from some tiny, insignificant, not even an actual living being, cell. The rotavirus. It makes me shudder, literally, I'm fucking freezing.

The worst part is definitely the pain. (vomiting, diarrhea, you're slackin in importance here). Yet the grossest aspect to think about is that I contracted this lovely virus through the fecal-oral route. Oh yeah, I ingested someone's virus-infected poop. Now I'm not gonna name names or anything (dammit Jason! Julia! I know it was one of you!) but how sick is that. And from a future nurse. I would have thought that of all people, my hands are definitely within the top 90, well maybe 70% of scrubbed cleanliness. I fail.

No matter how much I shower, I can't get rid of the feeling that I ate someone's poop within the last 4-48 hours.

EW.