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Yesterday I left the house--really left the house--for the first time in six days: went off to pick up a City Car Share car (a Prius--swell car with the most horrid rear view visibility I have ever seen...this isn't aesthetics, it's a safety problem) picked up Avocado from her swimming party and delivered her to tutoring, returned the car, returned myself home...just at the moment when my energy completely deserted me. Afebrile until about 8pm, which isn't bad. Woke up this morning with my temperature just under 100°, which hardly counts. Now I've got the cough I didn't have on the weekend, that awful spasmodic cough that gives you a headache after a while. But really, I'm feeling well enough, I might suggest to the Spouse that I am no longer radioactive and he can come back to our side of the house.
Got two hours of freelancery done, blurbed two books, and rescued Avocado when (after she'd left the house for an overnight with her sister) she 1) discovered that flipflops in the rain are uncomfy, 2) fell in a puddle, 3) missed the BART train standing right in front of her because she was listening to her iPod and staring at her cold, wet, feet, and 4) realized she had forgotten her meds for the last couple of days when she burst into tears and came home. Said rescue largely consisted of giving her today's meds, a glass of orange juice, miscellaneous hugs and encouragement, and a pair of warm dry socks, but, hey, that's more than I've been able to do the last week.
Work with me, here. I'm hoping for signs that this Sick is in the process of moving on. Or at least, Out.
Got two hours of freelancery done, blurbed two books, and rescued Avocado when (after she'd left the house for an overnight with her sister) she 1) discovered that flipflops in the rain are uncomfy, 2) fell in a puddle, 3) missed the BART train standing right in front of her because she was listening to her iPod and staring at her cold, wet, feet, and 4) realized she had forgotten her meds for the last couple of days when she burst into tears and came home. Said rescue largely consisted of giving her today's meds, a glass of orange juice, miscellaneous hugs and encouragement, and a pair of warm dry socks, but, hey, that's more than I've been able to do the last week.
Work with me, here. I'm hoping for signs that this Sick is in the process of moving on. Or at least, Out.