Today is the first day I've been vertical since New Year's Eve. I'm celebrating with chicken broth and G2. I know. I'm a wild woman.
I'm not going to whine about how really awful the flu is because, duh. If you've had it, you know how bad it is. And if you haven't had it, you know it's bad enough you don't want it. But let's, just for a second, talk about the flu test. That thing really hurts. I don't know if the doctor who saw me was under-practiced or just lacked finesse, but when she said she was going to swab my nostrils with that long cotton swab, I didn't understand that her end goal was to grab a sample of my BRAIN. First I said the eff word and then I cried. I couldn't not cry.
Coughing up fifty bucks for Tamiflu hurt less than the flu test - and you KNOW how I feel about unbudgeted spending.
Being vertical today has meant working at the kitchen counter, from which vantage point I've watched the animals interrupt their napping only to chase the sunny spot on the carpet. I actually caught them napping together - and snapped a photo as proof. I've long believed that our respective pets, who all but ignore each other in our presence, socialize a whole lot more when we're not around. Which, it turns out, they do. They spoon. And yes, those are Hal's paws resting ever-so-gently on the back of his sixty pound little spoon.
I'm not going to whine about how really awful the flu is because, duh. If you've had it, you know how bad it is. And if you haven't had it, you know it's bad enough you don't want it. But let's, just for a second, talk about the flu test. That thing really hurts. I don't know if the doctor who saw me was under-practiced or just lacked finesse, but when she said she was going to swab my nostrils with that long cotton swab, I didn't understand that her end goal was to grab a sample of my BRAIN. First I said the eff word and then I cried. I couldn't not cry.
Coughing up fifty bucks for Tamiflu hurt less than the flu test - and you KNOW how I feel about unbudgeted spending.
Being vertical today has meant working at the kitchen counter, from which vantage point I've watched the animals interrupt their napping only to chase the sunny spot on the carpet. I actually caught them napping together - and snapped a photo as proof. I've long believed that our respective pets, who all but ignore each other in our presence, socialize a whole lot more when we're not around. Which, it turns out, they do. They spoon. And yes, those are Hal's paws resting ever-so-gently on the back of his sixty pound little spoon.
