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Norovirus I Hate You

Norovirus I Hate You

Of the most vile and disgusting
You in my opinion by far the worst
Of annual sicknesses to invade my house.
Incubating in the young
To later infect the old
And continuously torture the susceptible.
You bring pain to my gut
Causing me to throw up,
Bodily fluids flow from both ends
So much so the next few hours spent
Revolving around the toilet.
Oh God please I just can't take it,
The only time ever on all fours I submit.
Born again from unbearable pain feels like I died,
Starting with toast and chicken noodle soup
Once the symptoms subside.
After all the bouts with gastroenteritis
A small piece of myself I seem to lose,
Damn this fast pace infector
Norovirus I fucking hate you.

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Christopher Correia

Devon, I'll never read you again, kidding....oh men what can I say; been there done that, not with that particular virus though....you and your family go through this every year?  Oh No!  wow, hang in there pal

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Devon La Porte

Thanks Chris I do my best to combat it every year, I get out the CDC suit as soon as one of my kids show the symptoms cause they are the ones who bring it home from school. Then I isolated everyone in one room disinfect everything and wait for them to get better, and I'm definitely kidding I don't have a CDC biohazardous suit lol.

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