Hotter just peeked in on me and did a double-take; apparently all of my deepest and dearest-held convictions re: nutrition, ethical consumerism, and the environment go RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW if there's puking involved, because I am laid up in bed swigging nasty, HFCS-riddled, non-diet American Coca-Cola from a plastic bottle, and I am only a LITTLE bit sorry!
When I first got sick this go-round, I posted my symptoms on the facespace in a complaining sort of way, and Dr. Anon commented "oh dear, sounds like influenza!" I remember I read that and thought "pfft, alarmist! I had a flu shot! You can't diagnose via the innernet!"
I both love and hate having friends who are always right.
Since I missed the window for antivirals to do any good, I get to ride this out, and lord is it ever kicking my ass. I'm on my second antibiotic, and also my second call-out from work (after I woke in a cold sweat shortly before the end of the window during which I could call out and left my boss a deeply humiliating voicemail in which I was was trying so hard not to throw up long enough to call out that I forgot what I was talking about). GET YOUR FLU SHOTS, PEOPLE! I may have succumbed to a strain that wasn't covered by the vaccine, but I pick up snotty napkins for a living so it was kind of bound to happen. YOU DO NOT WANT THIS.
In other news, Poppy and Skeeter are ALMOST getting along. I mean, they LIKE each other. They like to PLAY together. They both want to sleep in the big bed with us, and yet...they can't seem to leave each other alone if they're both in with us at night. This is mostly the cat's fault. He's an asshole. Our solution thus far has been a $10 pressure-mounted baby gate across the open bedroom door; the cat can jump it if things get too rowdy, and the dog knows she's not supposed to try. After last night, when we were awakened by the cat on my head and the dog on Hotter's head performing an intricate pas de douche, our next-step solution might just be amputating everyone's paws and installing casters on their leg-stumps.
Stay tuned for a picture of the dog and the cat lying in bed helplessly side-by-side, with their casters locked, captioned "WHEELIE BUDDIES BFFS!!! <3"