You know, having had several days on the couch/bed/floor, imagining exploding eyeballs and the possibility of preparing eggs over-easy on my forehead, I’ve come to some conclusions.
One: A truly high fever is best experienced in person. The dancing lights, the vivid dreams, the high degree of humor followed by irritability: all of these are both worrisome and entertaining in their own ways. I’ve been both one funny and one cranky SOB.
Two: Both Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) and Dolly Gee Squeakers (formerly of the Humane Society Squeakers) are entirely in favor of my being sick, particularly if it involves me laying on the couch, covered in blankets, as it allows them to sprawl on me with impunity. It’s reassuring, in a weird sort of way, that the cats are unconcerned with the state of my health.
Three: Tamiflu, a prescription drug that both alleviates the symptoms of influenza and reduces the length of time you will have it, is my Number One pick for 2009’s Get Your Kids to Excel in Science Award; and I’d like to personally clean the house/cook for/give a full-body massage to the people responsible for it.
Four: In retrospect, I believe I became sick on Monday afternoon, which means that I was oot and aboot, as our Canadian neighbors would say, on both Tuesday and Wednesday, knowing I didn’t feel good, spreading the love and/or contagion. See, people? This is how plagues start: hard-working morons like me convinced that the world will stop turning if I don’t get on the bus and go to work. Minneapolis/St. Paul, you have my heartfelt apology.
Health coming back, and lesson learned.
I hope my next lesson isn’t quite so painful.
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