So.

[melaniesuzanne]

I found out last week how much the stomach flu sucks. You know, I've always thought that food poisoning was a quick and dirty unpleasantness, but it turns out that stomach flu is the quick one. I spent one day hurling and another day and a half doing the other symptom of stomach flu while burning and freezing with fever. I also lost five pounds in those two and a half days and got a trip to the ER where I was pumped with two bags of saline (or whatever solution they use), anti-nausea medicine and a painkiller. And then I spent Saturday and Sunday recovering. Oof.

When I wasn't clinging to the toilet bowl on Thursday, I was angry that I was so sick on such a beautiful day. I'd planned to bike to work but noooooo, my body had other things in store.

On the upside, I got a LOT of reading done. I started Feed by Mira Grant (aka Seanan McGuire) which is set in a world in which we've cured the common cold and cancer, but the virus created by the mixture of those cures has also made humans (and mammals larger than forty pounds) reanimate upon death. The story follows a team of bloggers who cover a senator's presidential campaign in this not-quite-post-apocalyptic world. Some of the technobabble is eye-rolly, but I've been staying up WAY past bedtime because the story is a page-turner. It took a lot of willpower to leave the Kindle at home this morning.

In other news, the kitties got poked and prodded by a profession cat poker/prodder on Saturday. Oreo was angel; Margie was a hissy-spitty-white-hot-ball-of-feline-fury, according to Hubbyfink. Oreo has the start of an ear infection. Aside from that, they are both in good health if quite overweight. Oreo's topping out at seventeen pounds. Oof. I'm going to talk with the vet about the best food options when I take O back for his follow-up.

That's all the news that's fit (or unfit in the first paragraph's case) to print. I'm happy to be upright and once again a semi-productive member of society.