I suppose it's better than the flu?
Jan. 28th, 2013 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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: 2013-01-29 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.