I suppose it's better than the flu?
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lagilmanAustralian norovirus: I try it out so you don't have to. Trust me, you don't want this.
(particularly if you already have a compromised digestive system.)
On the plus side, and without TMI, it swoops through pretty fast - 12 hours from onset until end. Now I'm dealing with the aftermath. Keith picked me up some Gatoraid and ginger ale this morning, but I forgot to request crackers. Or jello. I wonder if, in all of NYC's delivery excess, there's a place that delivers jello?
EtA: jello shots, yes. Plain jello, no. Oh my city...
Meanwhile, the cats don't care that I am behaving like a rag doll. In fact, they seem to be enjoying it. ElderCat - her vet appointment for the ear postponed until tomorrow - is sleeping on my feet, while CatOfSize is doing the guy thing and coming over periodically to check on me, give me a headbutt, and then retreat to the other sofa to watch me, carefully...
If he had thumbs, he'd totally be making me jello.
The really annoying thing about all of this is that ragdolls don't have the brainpower to think, or the strength to sit up and type for any length of time. I'm supposed to be WORKING, damn it....
And daytime tv is STILL boring.
Tell the invalid a story?
EtA 2: I am daring actual food for the first time in 30 hours. And by 'actual food' I refer to overcooked, unsauced, un-cheesed pasta. I'm not sure if my distaste has more to do with my digestive system still being upset, or my foodie sensibilities being offended...
(particularly if you already have a compromised digestive system.)
On the plus side, and without TMI, it swoops through pretty fast - 12 hours from onset until end. Now I'm dealing with the aftermath. Keith picked me up some Gatoraid and ginger ale this morning, but I forgot to request crackers. Or jello. I wonder if, in all of NYC's delivery excess, there's a place that delivers jello?
EtA: jello shots, yes. Plain jello, no. Oh my city...
Meanwhile, the cats don't care that I am behaving like a rag doll. In fact, they seem to be enjoying it. ElderCat - her vet appointment for the ear postponed until tomorrow - is sleeping on my feet, while CatOfSize is doing the guy thing and coming over periodically to check on me, give me a headbutt, and then retreat to the other sofa to watch me, carefully...
If he had thumbs, he'd totally be making me jello.
The really annoying thing about all of this is that ragdolls don't have the brainpower to think, or the strength to sit up and type for any length of time. I'm supposed to be WORKING, damn it....
And daytime tv is STILL boring.
Tell the invalid a story?
EtA 2: I am daring actual food for the first time in 30 hours. And by 'actual food' I refer to overcooked, unsauced, un-cheesed pasta. I'm not sure if my distaste has more to do with my digestive system still being upset, or my foodie sensibilities being offended...
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Date: 2013-01-28 06:53 pm (UTC)Feel better- glad it passes by swiftly at least. *hug*
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Date: 2013-01-29 03:07 am (UTC)My plan is to remain locked up for another day, so I don't in turn pass it on to anyone else. The few people I wouldn't mind infecting are, perhaps just as well, nowhere within reach...
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Date: 2013-01-29 01:07 pm (UTC)I think, as soon as I have the energy again, I'm going to scrub the entire apartment down with disinfectant. Kill it with chemical fire, as it were.
(I suspect part of my weakness is from the fact that I lost 5 pounds between Sunday morning and Tuesday. Um. That's...disturbing. Not that I want it all back, mind you, but....)
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Date: 2013-01-28 07:26 pm (UTC)(it's Rebecca btw)
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Date: 2013-01-28 07:56 pm (UTC)Glad it swoops out fast. Hope you feel tons better tomorrow.
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Date: 2013-01-28 08:58 pm (UTC)This one's gone global in a very nasty way. As they do.
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Date: 2013-01-28 09:43 pm (UTC)My sympathies. And lots and lots of fluids in the form of your juice of choice. It was E-Vile.
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Date: 2013-01-29 01:08 pm (UTC)And you, you are not supposed to pick up strange viruses! Stop that.
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Date: 2013-01-28 11:25 pm (UTC)you're welcome.
Mind you I've never actually ordered from the site as they seem to have stopped delivering to anyplace *outside* of NYC :)
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Date: 2013-01-28 11:29 pm (UTC)You might try this website (http://allfreshkosher.com/catalogsearch/result/?q=jello). Mind you, I've never actually used this website as they seem to only deliver to NYC.
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Date: 2013-01-28 11:40 pm (UTC)Three little pigs from school are we
Doomed from here to eternity.
Sending healing thoughts.
My Smoky is Hahvahd Smaht
Date: 2013-01-28 11:42 pm (UTC)http://www.calvetsupply.com/product/Stewarts_Fiber_Formula_For_Cats/Cat_Treats_and_Grass The only cat treat Smoky can get for various g/i and urinary reasons. Except for grass, he LURVES grass:)
So.
1. We keep these treats, once opened, in a plastic tub and that tub is put away in a drawer or a cupboard. One Saturday afternoon, the tub was almost empty so I opened a new bag of fishies and gave Smoky and BanditNO some before we went to visit my uncle. SOMEONE, the other 2 footer who shall not be named, failed to put the tub back in the drawer, leaving it on the bed. Several hours later, we get home from my uncle's and the kittehs are sleeping and I find the lid on the bed. Perforated. Heavily perforated. Then I found the tub in a similar condition with about 6 fishies left. Smoky had opened the snap top tub and he and his brother proceeded to EAT ALL THE FISHIES.
2. Prior to the tub living in the drawer, it had lived on the kitchen counter as they rarely made their way up that high. Well, one night, I was awakened by a rattling thing being smacked against my leg. Smoky had gotten up to the counter, moved the coffee can, knocked over the other container from on top of the fishies tub, knocked the tub to the floor, then carried the tub into the bedroom and up onto the bed to inform me of his desire for FISHIES. NAOOWWWW.
:) I love my big smart huggy boy:)
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Date: 2013-01-29 01:06 am (UTC)And yeah, it's sort of interesting how many people on the west coast have offered to make me jello. Is that the (wobbly) tool that pries me out of NYC?
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Date: 2013-01-29 12:51 am (UTC)This was not, as it happens, an actual moose. Rather, I had been dreaming, and was in the dream hanging out at my parents' house. In the real world, one or two deer can often be found wandering through the parental back yard (despite the fact that the house and yard are in fairly suburban territory). In the dream setting, the back yard was initially empty, but then there was abruptly a Thundering Herd of deer racing across the very back of the back yard, a good hundred yards or so from the house. And then, very suddenly, there was a large and impressively antlered moose, all by itself, standing just outside the corner window looking in. Eye contact was definitely made, and this was clearly a Real Moose rather than the Bullwinkle animated variety. Then the moose gave an upward-and-sideways SPRING!!, apparently leaping over and around the corner of the house, and disappeared...
...and in that moment, I was awake and going "Moose!!" right out loud, because dream or not, my brain was completely convinced that it had seen a moose Right There.
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Date: 2013-01-29 02:22 am (UTC)"Tragically, she taunted Happy Fun Ball."
You're welcome.
Keep mending...
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Date: 2013-01-30 10:21 pm (UTC)Glad to hear you're doing better.
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Tony squinted at the envelope on the workbench and shoved the welding mask up off his face. Steve had been in recently enough that Tony could still catch a whiff of gym sweat; he had a hazy memory of something approximately envelope-sized in Steve's hand, but he'd made that "Oh dear God why do I have to chase you around like a two-year-old" face, aha, yes! And he'd taken the envelope out of Steve's hands just to make that look go away. The return address was Brown University, which, what? He wiped his hands clean and tore open the envelope.
"Jarvis," he said, "Why is Brown sending me..." He slid the envelope's contents out part way. "A...Jarvis, is this a diploma?"
"It appears to be, yes," Jarvis replied. There was something smug in his tone that made Tony narrow his eyes.
He pulled a sheet of vellum from between two heavy pieces of cardboard; there was his name, ANTHONY EDWARD STARK, and underneath it, "GRADU DOCTORIS PHILOSOPHIAE."
He shot a glare at the nearest camera. "Jarvis. I've been doing Avengers stuff for the last two years. We average about one apocalypse a week. If I'd been pursuing another PhD I think I would remember."
Except, now that he thought about it, he had been losing more time than usual in the lab. Pepper and Steve had both noticed, which was bad, because either one was formidable alone, but together they had figured out a way to steamroll him into things he'd much rather not be doing. (Like running a marathon in the Iron Man armor for charity. He was still trying to figure out how they'd snookered him into that one.)
They'd ganged up on him again for skipping meals and sleep when he got absorbed in a project and didn't come out of the lab for days, and they'd enlisted Dummy to rat him out besides. Which had Jarvis' metaphorical fingerprints all over it, in Tony's opinion. And God knew he'd woken up in the lab more than once to find some completely amazing thing that he had absolutely no memory of building.
"Uh, Jarvis, I didn't do the work in my sleep, did I?"
"No, sir."
"Then how did I get a PhD in..." He looked down at the paper again, and blinked when he read the second line below his name; surely he was translating the Latin wrong? But no. "Modern Culture and Media"? What the hell?"
"It seemed a shame not to complete the set," Jarvis replied, and there was that smug tone again.
"Complete the set?" Tony crossed his arms, though he was careful not to crumple the vellum as he did it. "There's a set?"
"You have earned degrees from all the Ivy League schools except Brown," Jarvis said.
Tony's arms tightened and the paper rattled as his fingers clenched on it. "I would have gotten to it," he said. "Eventually. And Modern Culture and Media would not have been my first choice of subject, either." Well, not before the Avengers. Clint, though, would have cheerfully made the team watch research assignments on movie night. That might have been fun.
"I'm sure you would have, sir," Jarvis said in the tone of voice Tony always thought should be accompanied by the quirk of an eyebrow and sardonic twist of a lip. "It does seem as though the Avengers Initiative is taking up more and more of your time, however."
"Hmmm. You do have a point. So, if I didn't do it, who did?"
"I did."
It took Tony a full two seconds to parse that, and when he had, he grinned so hard his ears hurt. "How in hell did you manage that?" he said. Of course it had been Jarvis; he was the only answer that made any sense, actually.
"Your name does open a great many doors," Jarvis replied. "I merely took advantage of that fact. The admissions staff were happy to accommodate your request to complete the work online, since the Avengers kinda need me to take off at a moment's notice." Tony choked on a surprised laugh when Jarvis' voice changed into a perfect copy of his own.
"Jarvis, you sneaky devil," he said. "That is...actually a little frightening. Well done."
"Thank you, sir," Jarvis said.
"Don't do it again, though." Tony aimed a stern look at the camera. "Next time, use your own name."
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Date: 2013-01-31 12:35 am (UTC)I had to stop there, because Tony was going to ask about the diss, which was an exploration of how Steve's appearance had affected the Iron Man fandom, and then there would have been Slashy Angst of Angstiness, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about writing that. (Reading, now, that's different.)
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