Yesterday was supposed to be a "sick day" for me. No work, bad cold, sleep it off, feel better. That was the plan.
Instead Haas keeled over dead a la Pfeffer, because Hotter was a space cadet all day (that there is called foreshadowing) and put him out in a grazing pen withOUT shade available (SHADE AND WATER! SHADE AND WATER! NOBODY LISTENS TO ME!), and I decided that while I was building a bonfire for a land-based Viking funeral I might as well burn some offal too and started to process Iden, and then just when I'd hung her up to bleed out Hotter came and said he'd had a seizure aura, and I had to leave the rabbit carcass to its own devices to go and clear electronics off the bed and get a dose of the rescue meds ready.
WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK, HOTTER! Some people, man. ALWAYS GOTTA ONE-UP YOU AND BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION.
The good news is, my theory that rescue meds given BEFORE the seizure began would prevent the full-on breakdancing bedshow and stop-breathing finale proved correct, so I didn't have to piss Hotter off royally by breaking his "NO AMBULANCE NO MATTER WHAT" edict delivered just as he started to seize, as if I'd forget where he stands on that (on the outside I was all "YES DEAR, GAWD" but mentally I was chanting "neck tilt, sweep, pinch, breath" in my head), and it ended up just being a petit mal. The bad news is, the rescue meds make Hotter goofy for several hours and I had to go and finish processing Iden AND make dinner in between checking on Hotter and yelling at him to "STAY ON THE BED, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BED, STAY DOWN DAMMIT MY BACK IS NOT UP TO SCRAPING YOU OFF THE FLOOR!"
Every oldest daughter in every generation of my maternal lineage back to the Great Flood has been a nurse EXCEPT FOR ME, and that right there is why.
All of which is to say that yesterday for dinner we had an herb-stuffed roasted chicken, roasted rosemary potatoes, and haricot verts, and it was so delicious that the cat lost his mind and shamelessly jumped into the roasting pan right in front of everyone to snatch a mouthful, but it was cooked with SPITE and I am kind of looking forward to going back to work this evening.