June 16, 2003
The squeamish might not want to read this. It's nothing explicit, but if you're squeamish, you're squeamish.
Last weekend, I picked up my mother-in-law at the airport. She'd spent a few weeks in Moldova with several of her colleagues. (Don't ask me where it is, my sense of geography is seriously lacking. Somewhere near Romania, I think.) While in Moldova, one by one each of them got sick with flu-like symptoms that they could never trace to food poisoning or anything. She got affected just as she left for the long international flight home. Fun.
This past Friday, Kiara succumbed to what we assumed was food poisoning. It passed after a day or so, but she's still recovering. Then last night (all night), I fell victim to the same unpleasantness. And late last night, Owen threw up a couple times and was clearly uncomfortable. Poor little guy.
I'm not sure what would have affected us all. We blame Moldova. :-)
