So... both Alex and I are sick, which kinda blows off the whole food poisoning theory. I had an absolutely horrendous day yesterday, but we both seem to be getting better.

He's absolutely PISSED at Amtrak because their "customer service" isn't sympathetic (big surprise there) to our plight, and sees a pattern of horrible happenings because first he makes a trip to Anthrocon and somehow blows out his shoulder halfway through the convention... and now this, spending 48 hours in cramped conditions only to have the vacation he'd been planning for months largely ruined by both of us getting sick.

I still hold out hope that we'll be able to have some time to do the things we wanted; he was able to get his ticket transferred from next Monday to next Friday, to give us some extra days.


Graphic descriptions of our symptoms follow; if you don't want to read them, don't scroll down.
















Yesterday I was largely laid up in bed, shivering under lots of blankets, sipping water and Gatorade to try to replace lost fluids and salts. What we've been going through this whole time is violent, barely-controllable explosions from both ends of our digestive tract.

But the vomiting has mostly stopped, and I must say, one of the good things about being a babyfur is that when I get sick with uncontrollable diarrhea, I have diapers on hand to keep contaminants contained. We had to buy some larger size Depends for Alex though, since his butt is bigger than mine.