The flu roller-coaster continues. After a somewhat
promising Wednesday (I didn't feel well enough to go to
rehearsal, but if the next day had been as much better
than Wednesday as Wednesday had been better than Tuesday,
Thanksgiving dinner might have been doable), my Thursday
was rather worse. Coughing more often and more uncomfortably,
sleepy, achy, and queasy. Didn't make it to family Thanksgiving
in Montgomery County (where there'd be at least one person
whom it would be Very Bad to infect with what I've had).
Didn't even make it next door -- fell asleep around the time
things were starting up there, and was probably coughing too
much to reasonably go be around a bunch of other people. I
was feeling rather out-of-it most of the day anyhow.
So today and Saturday remain uncertain. I'll have
to see how I'm doing this afternoon. If nothing else,
I'll need to get out to buy more cough syrup again.
I've found more cat vomit (last night, Perrine threw
up on my camera -- eww -- this after I found a chunky
puddle in the hallway and vomit over the side of the
litter box; now I found dried mess on the stairs).
Either she's got a tummy bug, or the different
brand of cat food disagrees with her; not sure which.
(She acted as though she liked this food, before
she started throwing up.) Wondering how many more messes
I haven't discovered yet. Bleah. (She hasn't sneezed
since the day I posted about her having multiple
sneezing fits, FWIW.)