Sunday, November 19 – Could It Get Worse?

We are at sea today, a well-earned day off for the hardy travelers who have been up at the crack of dawn so they can be first off the ship.  For obvious reasons, we did not need another day of rest.  HOWEVER…

For the first time in all of our cruising, going back to 1986, D has been infected by the noro-virus, a particularly nasty bug which causes diarrhea and vomiting.  Yes to the first; no to the second.  So far.  He did not feel quite right on Friday, you may remember, but showed none of the signs of noro, so the doctor gave him meds for the dizziness which, of course, did not help.

Yesterday, he again spent most of the day in bed although he did join MA for another very light breakfast.  At dinner time, he thought he was better and accompanied her to the MDR.  Again, he ate very little and the waiters were concerned that he did not like the food.  As we left to visit the casino, the nether regions gave enough warning that we got to the room before Vesuvius erupted.  He spent the night going to and from the bathroom, on average once an hour.

We went back to the medical center at 9 this morning for another check-up.  This time, the noro was confirmed.  We were not surprised.  MA once played a doctor on a soap opera.  So now D is in isolation and not allowed to leave the room for at least 24 hours, maybe longer.  Our next port is lovely Valetta, Malta, which we have visited at least twice, and, again, we had no plans except to go to lunch…if we could find some place that serves clear soup and crackers.

What are we missing tonight?  It is Formal Night #6 [we think] with the predictable surf-and-turf but with nothing MA really wanted. We will try room service on the assumption that it has to better than it was the other day.  We were looking forward to seeing Vox Futura because we missed their first performance last week when MA had the dizzies.  How ironic.


TOMORROW – Everyone else goes to Valetta

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