I think it's plague season again. I mean, it never really stopped being plague season, but as the days wear on, I feel like I'm in 1665 London wishing someone would set fire to some rats just for variety's sake.Don't get me wrong, I'm not sick yet, but the daycare bug (see my archived post regarding plagues) has gone through every member of the family, including in-laws and babysitters. Over the last few weeks as I watched people fall to it one by one, I felt like the perky young cheerleader in the screamer flick.
Scratch that. Horrible image. I'd look terrible in a skimpy outfit with pompoms.
Anyway, you get the idea. It's that scene in the movie where you realize that the dramatic music stopped a while ago and there's just creacking footsteps on old rotting floorboards. There's that electric feeling in the air of impending doom and you know that any minute the knife is going to come out of the shadows.
So of course, there I was this morning in the desolate part of nowhere that my daughter's pediatrician calls his office when he's not in the downtown clinic, with 11 other drooling infected toddling baterial death carriers and their moms in the room feeling every bit like Sigourney Weaver plaing ten little indians with her marine pals, or like every zombie movie you've ever seen where the heroes board up the old rickety house only to realize they've cut off their escape route and someone forgot to lock the one exit into which zombies are pouring like inexorable rotting molasses...
It felt like personally being in every Jhonen Vasquez scene that demonstrates human yuck. Ever. At once.
All of which to say is that she has an ear infection. At least that's not contagious, and it's better than the nasty puking gastro she had over the weekend. Except... she has to take antibiotics... and the label on *those* damn things says that the side effects may include nausea, diarrhea, and vomiting, etc..etc....
By all that it good and holy! (And I mean that in the Ron Herzfedlt "My Anus is Bleeding" kind of way) Why bother taking antibiotics at all if you're liable to suffer like that?
Signing off now... I need to go hug my giant microbe to sleep. I used to think it's funny, but it's snot...
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see, i've had a couple of bad nights of horrible dreams and bizarro body pain both equating to zero sleep, so you'll have to forgive me when i suggest this name for the widow (honestly, i am shaking my head at myself for this awful suggestion): Poison Pen(elope) :P
(this is from aliza, who is avoiding work so badly that she would rather write this note vs. self-induce amnesia for the horrible recommendation. please don't shoot me. p.s. i totally want the flesh-eating disease plush microbe, he has fork-n-knife arms!)
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