Update: Emergency Medical Hologram sez, after appropriate thumping, prodding and listening, NOT a kidney infection, NOT influenza, NOT lupus (it's never lupus) and NOT [other exotic television-vectored disease]. "Possibly a stomach virus. We'll treat it symptomatically," and wrote me a 'scrip for anti-nausea meds. My temp was 95 degrees fondly Fahrenheit. She also told me to take my temp every couple of hours and if symptoms persist for the next 48, get to a horse pistol. (One of those big French 11mm revolvers?). Or maybe she said "hospital." Words to live by, I think. Apply Tincture of Time to affected area and wait.
Is it weird that Doritos Spicy Sweet Chili chips are on the short list of food (okay, foodlike items) that taste good to me?
The trip to the doc and Tahr-dzhjett about wore me out.
Original Post: I think today had better be the end of my whistling-in-the-dark that my sickness is merely flu. I'm in really quite a lot of pain, no food sits well on my stomach and other than the extreme chills (they're just minor if I am careful to keep warm) and not actually horking past the first night, I'm not any better. Pain -- in my back and tummy -- is getting worse and with it a freaky effect: touching chilly surfaces is painful.
So, I'll have a quick shower (there are few forces more powerful than vanity!) and see if Tam will drive me to doc-in-a-box.
Isn't this fun?
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