Now I’m into alternating fever and chills. A thrill a minute laugh ride!
Did Maggie bail on you? My husband bailed on me, he couldn’t take the “throw the covers off because I’m too hot…and by the way…your covers need to go as well…until I’m too cold, then we both are going to be covered like we are living in the artic circle” thing.
Lucky was the only one who stuck around for me, everyone else followed the warm body that would stay still.
She doesn’t understand ‘sick’, so she’s kind of mad that I’ve been here all day and haven’t been able to play with her.
That’s kind of what I think, too - I’m taking in so few calories when I’m that sick that the sugar in Gatorade is kind of keeping me alive. When you’re truly sick, sometimes you’ve just gotta go with whatever you can keep down - if sweet Gatorade is palatable, I wouldn’t turn it down.
Woke up on Thursday morn with the worstest, snottiest schnoz, a sore throat and a hacking cough. Oh well, about due for a ‘cold’ says me.
On Friday I was much recovered, could actually talk properly and most of the snot had gone! Wheeeee
It’s Sunday now, and my glands are totally fucking me over. They’re so sore, I can barely move my neck at all.
Urghh.
FWIW last time I was stricken by norovirus I was too sick to even go to a doctor or a hospital. I called our “free” nursing service here in Ontario and the nurse actually recommended Gatorade. If you’re worried about a little sugar when you’re unable to eat anything solid then your priorities are skewed. Gatorade is a great way to keep your electrolytes up.
I hopes that everyone who is sick gets better as fast as I did. Friday night, I went to bed at 8pm, Saturday I managed to get up long enough to try to eat…but my throat was still sore and I was able to do stuff until about 8pm. Today, all is great and I’m going to get dressed for dinner soon.
We have a “simple” cat. He’s totally inbred and deformed. 3 years ago, my soon to be husband scooped him up from the side of a freeway. Simple is afraid of anything new, so never asks for people food. At lunch, we had fresh shrimp and Simple managed to clamber up chairs onto the other end of the table so he could beg for some.
Of course we put him back on the floor and gave him some…and he ate every bit and begged for more.
I think Simple is sick, and he will go to the vet tomorrow. I’m very aware that this is a short term cat, but dang. I was hoping to get 6 or 8 years out of him, he’s a sweet guy who gets along with the other critters always uses the litter box.
That is a cat more precious than gold. Even my best cats decided to maliciously miss the box a few times when I displeased them.
I hope he’s not really sick and just found the one thing he will lose his manners for.
I only had one cat who begged for people food. He always had good manners about it, and just sat on the floor, staring and waiting patiently for a handout. Even then, he often wouldn’t take it. Just seemed to be waiting for something that was just right. I found it one day, he was already 9 years old or so.
I decided to indulge in some shrimp cocktail while watching a movie on the couch. He climbed up behind me. I didn’t think much of it, because he always minded his manners and I figured he was just making himself comfortable and would lay down there. Nope. He waited until I had a shrimp in my hand and wasn’t paying attention. I held it distractedly for a moment, watching the movie. He struck out with one paw and swiped the whole dang thing right out of my fingers, and was gone on three legs before I could even process what he just did. And the normally delicate-eater Noodle (RIP) also gulped it down before I could put everything down and go after him.
So, I’m crossing my fingers that your Simple will have a fine checkup at the vet’s and he just found his one happy, happy food. My Noodle was never much of a snarfer, unless there was shrimp around. So you just never know! Weirdo cats.
P.S. Glad you’re feeling better, too. I hate sore throats so much more than the rest of the cold and flu stuff!
My Bertie never wanted people food. However, she did insist on hanging out and inspecting every kind of people food I ate. Was kind of annoying at first, because she’d be rather forceful in getting her face in to check it out, but once I figured out that she only wanted to see and smell it and not eat it, we were quite ok with each other.
Feather is usually very good with not eating people food, but I can’t let her just smell my food because occasionally she’ll find something she likes and she’ll start nibbling.
I think the weirdest people food she eats is soda crackers - loves them. She’ll occasionally have a taste of something she isn’t supposed to like, like chocolate cake (yeah, I know, cats shouldn’t have chocolate - the tiny crumb she’ll eat doesn’t worry me much).
I took the bus all the way to the bank only to discover that exceptionally today, the bank is closed early. So I had to come all the way back and waste about an hour.
He’s really a sweet cat. He’s just simple.
What a sweet story about Noodle, and it does make me feel better. If it had been any other cat, I would have just laughed, but Simple was born fragile and I worry if something radically changes in a fragile cat’s behavior.
Anyhow, dang, good on him for getting on the table. I didn’t know he could. When wave the feather toy for Simple, he moves like a little old fat barky dog. It took a LOT of effort and determination to get on the table, he deserved a reward.
Our vet thinks he’s OK. She always sighs and frowns when she touches him, which makes me worry. Simple got a complete body x-ray and an ultrasound a couple of years back. He’s pretty messed up inside and even a layperson like me can feel the difference between his bones and those of a normal cat, it must disturb a vet even more.
No matter, he’s happy and safe and loved. If he has now decided that he wants fresh shrimp, he will get fresh shrimp. Probably not as much as he would like, but he’ll get over it.
“I have had it with these muthafuckin’ pings from this muthafuckin’ plane!”
Look, CNN, it was bad enough that neither the mudslide nor the Fort Hood shooting knocked The Missing Plane off the front page for more than a few hours. It’s worse that you’ve backburnered the Ukraine mess – I mean, how many people are affected by that, as opposed to the few hundred affected by The Missing Plane? But for Og’s sake, guys, Mickey Rooney died. You can’t give him the front page for half a day?
And I don’t even like Rooney. I guess it’s just the last straw for me. His death causes me no particular sorrow. But his life would be worth reading about. Plus, he would have been one of those where they have the tribute article all ready to go, and they only have to fill in a few paragraphs about when/where/how they died. Can’t be done, though, because we’d miss the riveting stories about who may or may not have heard a ping.
So, you can’t give an iconic actor his due. You’re even blowing off the Pistorious trial; I mean, people would read about that, while I question how many are still reading about The Missing Plane. I just saw a sub-headline: “Why this may be it – or not.” That’s all we’ve been getting for weeks now. You are a living joke.
Hey, fellow mother of a three year old girl. If you don’t want Facebook removing photos of your toddler for nudity, how about you don’t post multiple pics of her standing smiling at the camera only wearing a nappy? And in the bath?
I’m no prude, but you’ve got 480 folk on your friends list. Do you really want to risk one of them doing a right-click/save and passing them on to “specialist groups of interest”? Yeah, I’ve taken a few bath pics of my kid as a baby too, but they don’t get shared online. And now that they’re pre-schoolers, its perhaps time to start teaching them about when nudity is/isn’t appropriate.
PS It was totally me who reported you btw, and am lol’ing at the drama & rage you’ve spiraled into about it all.
102 fever, slept about 20 hours yesterday, completely out of it. Woke up about 1:30am this morning drenched in sweat, and that was WITH the fan blowing directly on me. Fever broke late morning, then I started to go. I swear I’ve been crapping out things my mother ate before I was conceived. Things I haven’t even eaten yet. I half expect a visit from a guy in a blue box…
Hydrate. Hydrate hydrate hydrate. Drink as much Gatorade as you think you need, then double it (I ended up in the ER over diarrhea dehydration once when I thought I was drinking enough - not fun).
You should friend him.
So then you can totally UNfriend him.
Mini-est of rants - I habe a code. And id’s fidally gedding wahmeh here. Code’s are for winter, not lovely sprig. FEH.
Sure it’s not hay fever? 
