Did you ever watch Star Trek with the Borg?   They, as a collective, would say, "Resistance Is Futile."  Meaning no matter how hard you tried, you would eventually become assimilated.  A week ago the Borg showed up at our home, in the form of the Norovirus, and my defenses began.

For those unaware of what the norovirus is, let the CDC explain:

Norovirus is a very contagious virus that can infect anyone. You can get it from an infected person, contaminated food or water, or by touching contaminated surfaces. The virus causes your stomach or intestines or both to get inflamed. This leads you to have stomach pain, nausea, and diarrhea and to throw up.

 

It's the stomach virus... or as some people incorrectly to it as the stomach flu.  (Because it's not the flu... sorry pet peeve of mine.)

Anyway, a week ago our 5 year old blew chunks all over the living room.   We cleaned it up, then again, and then he finally figured out how to use the bucket.   Funny thing is you never seem to be able to find a bucket when you need one.

He felt better within about 12 hours or so.   Back to 100% in 24 hours.   I must have washed my hands a 100 times that day.   I didn't touch my face, my nose, my eyes, anything...  I threw away the toothbrush in the bathroom worrying some spray may have made it's way there.   (They say it happens... ewww)

Then everything seemed fine.  Until 3 days ago.  My wife got it.   I could see the borg cube coming towards me.  I had my shields up, but I could keep hearing the "resistance is futile."  I still had a chance... Maybe I had some type of immunity to it or something.  Right?  (Actually that's not possible.)

She felt better within a full day, a little worse off than our 5 year old.

After a couple of days, I thought I won.  I was convinced that the virus had ran it's course.

Then 4 am, a couple of days later, I scream vomited "resitance is futile" into the toilet.   Gross.