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January 14, 2004

Snakebit

It's kinda sobering...formatting data charts that say "Percent Survived" along the y-axis. Aneurysms are bad news, in case you didn't know.

I was home sick the better part of yesterday and today with the flu. Which is pretty unusual for me. I usually opt for an antagonizing cold with a bronchitis chaser. But this time I got the fever, chills, and strong urge for barfing, which I'll say proudly that I resisted. But is there really such a thing as the 24-hour flu? Or is that what they call food poisoning? Because if that's what it is, then I could be the culprit. Me and my ground-turkey spaghetti sauce that I was so eager to foist on my children the other night.

Amanda got smacked down with it too. And it's sad really to see Harrison's reaction to having both parents huddled under blankets on the couch and recliner, trying to grind through the fever dreams while Elmo and Cookie Monster rant in the background. Having Dad on the couch tossing and turning when he should be at work is just an anomoly apparently, but Mom, on the recliner, with her eyes closed? That was going too far. And so he would stalk up to her at regular intervals and scrinch his fingers in her eyes and chide her for being asleep. And so the occasional screams of agony helped keep me from slipping into a coma.

Hoo boy I'm hungry. What do I dare eat? Soup and crackers ain't gonna cut it, I can tell you that.

Posted by Jeremy at January 14, 2004 5:28 PM