Travis is the ‘vector morbi’. That’s Latin for ‘the one who brings disease’. 

That’s right, my cute petri dish of a husband got the mother of all upper respiratory infections (or maybe the flu) complete with cough and fever to 101. Despite all my obsessive handwashing, I got it too.  Fortunately, with lower temperatures, although I did call the OB’s office through Skype to discuss, which seemed to puzzle the receptionist (what do you mean you can’t leave a call-back number?) and the NP (what’s that echo?).  Now tinyD has experienced the wonderful world of tylenol and pseudoephedrine (approved by the OB) and I feel better and have a normal temp.

As I got sick in Naples, this might have something to do with my dislike of the city.  Touristing has been low-key while I recover.