Look. Usually, I get one big winter sickness and then it's over. I'm down for a week and recovering for another week or two.
I have had maybe two to three weeks of not-sick since Thanksgiving. Cumulative, not continuous. Given the massive failure of my lungs to recover from the November/December and January illnesses, if this norovirus had been another respiratory thing, I would almost certainly just be in the hospital at this point.
I have books to write you guys I cannot be in the hospital.
So please. Please. Please. I adore you, I want to see you, but I cannot handle another illness, physically or emotionally. I will either cry or cut a bitch and I don't even know which, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to find out.