I came down with something, suddenly Friday evening, right after returning from the FCCO clinic. My stomach was tied in knots, felt like, and extremely painful. I was experiencing chills and body aches.
I was very fatigued. I laid down, in my clothes, was just going to rest, but then did not wake up for nine hours. I thought I was better, but I wasn't. Diarrhea. Chills. Aches. I somehow managed to return the cats yesterday, the 8 from the Lebanon colony and Mr. Bluster, from the old woman's colony. Came home then, and the chills overtook me once again.
I had the thermostat on 70 and still was freezing. I slept with one of those heat frisbees I have here for sick cats. Felt good!
I ate something foul, I guess. Or have Norovirus, which is going around. But it can also be spread through food. One of those things.
Today I'm slightly better, thank goodness.
I haven't eaten since before noon Friday when I had a sandwich from a Subway in the Portland area. Suppose I'll be Subway paranoid now.
No fun to be sick.
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