10 December, 2006
A Thinking Out Loud Programming Note
SIMON SUNDAY will probably not get written until Monday, or possibly not until next Sunday because Simon's Mom has been battling a nasty case of food poisoning since last night (if you're scoring at home, the bacteria won in a first-round knockout). This is the first time today I've been able to be somewhat upright for more than three minutes without breaking into a shaky flop sweat and feeling like I'm gonna hurl or pass out or both. Right now, I'm drinking water and praying I can get it down and keep it down. I may be ready to try apple juice and/or sports drink, but that won't happen until I know I can get to the store and back without any, ummmm, incident.
I certainly cannot end this post without some Simon content. Once he realized how deathly ill I was and that the reason I was staying in bed was because I couldn't get out of bed (except when I, uh, had to), he curled his fuzzy body around my head, hugged my head tight to him and rested his chin on my forehead. Sometimes, when I stirred, he'd hug my head tight to him again and sigh. And now he won't let me out of his sight for more than a couple of minutes. Such a different kitty than the one I was going to write about for Simon Sunday.
If only he could go to the store for me...
Labels: food poisoning, furkids, sick, Simon
~~ victoria on 2:09 PM ~~ 1 comments
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Can I go to the store for you in Simon's place? I'm so sorry you're feeling like muck and that I didn't know any sooner than 30 seconds ago. You have our number if you need it. I'll be available tomorrow, but will start working every day in SJ starting this Tuesday.
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