So this crud has got all of us now. I had a fever last night and made the (recurrent) mistake of taking cold medication. I can get away with like, a sinus or allergy med. But when you start adding in bioxychloralhyratedeippenscheimers, I get a little wacky. I slur my words, and I can’t think straight, and I say stupid stuff. It lasts for like 12 hours. So I am not feeling drunk anymore now, which is handy since my kids are having unheard of temperatures and pooping all over everything and ocassionally coughing till they puke. All at once.
What is awesome is the MOGs daddy powers are in full force today, making a quasi-breakfast and changing hellish diapers and just being a general all around great guy.
When my fever broke, I had the delusion that I was all better and went grocery shopping. I dragged my diseased coughing wheezing carcass all over Walmart, and I pity the fool who uses my cart handle after me. But if you can’t pick up bacteria at Walmart, where can a good American go?
The second dose of medicine is kicking in now, I think. I am feeling a little woozy. Toby is lying on the couch, running at about 103 now, which is a significant improvement. Bean is sporting a 102 as she lays on the floor. I and R2 are both hanging out at 99, and the MOG is of yet impervious.
So there you go. Haaaaaack! Chooo! Sniff.