Possible Noro in the house?
So... Everything was fine. Until I walked out of my room and smelled it. I asked my dad what that smell was. He laughed. Then said he got sick. I, horrified, go, "Why?" and he goes, "Been feeling like this for 3 days". Three days. Three. Not just one, not food poisoning. Three. Three days. I rushed to my sister's room to tell her as I began spiralling.
I called my mom. She said he might be drinking liquor, which caused him to get sick when they were together. (he's an alcoholic, for context) And he's been super lightly/not drinking for a while until just recently again, probably because he broke his ankle. So it might be the liquor hitting extra hard, which he already doesn't tolerate well.
I can't bring myself to believe it. It's late, so she was getting ready for bed. She probably was just telling me what I needed to hear so she could hurry and get to bed instead of dealing with this. That's like her. I can't ask my dad any questions because I know he's willing to lie to me since he's not a good person.
I asked him if it was a bug, and he said no. I asked him how he knew. He couldn't give me a straight answer.
Is this finally my run-in with it? Is this it?
This past month has been horrible. Everything is getting worse. I can't catch a break. I can't.