I’m back dating this post, as on Saturday for real, I was too sick to write.
I was up half the night with a blinding headache and vomitous stomach. Not much was improved by daybreak. Of course the corn has to come out and the cows have to be moved and work has to be done on the farm. I know that in my head, but my heart was hurting and saying “but it’s SATuRDaY!” and my spiteful self was saying, “The next time you’re ill, I’m going to leave the house and let you parent a nursing badger and playful jabber-otter from your deathbed. Ones with runny noses. And loud shrill voices. That throw up in your bed and peepee on the floor.”
Aviana did really great though, considering I could hardly get out of bed. By the end of the day it looked like a Toys-R-Us had thrown up on my floor, but that’s about the extent of the damage.
I called the pharmacy to see if this was a reaction to the Zoloft, but he thought it was more likely the flu.