You guys have to try the pork mango picadillo recipe I posted about over the weekend. It's easy to make and sooo delicious. It will make your house smell like a cozy winter night.

Tuesday after I came home sick, I don't know why, but I was trying to calculate the square root of 28. Why? Uhhhhhhhhhhh.

I don't do math. I can't even tell you how to figure out how to square root. But yes, Tuesday night, I was trying to figure out the square root of 28.

After some searching today I found that you can type in the question "What is the square root of (number)" in your google search and will will just show the answer without even having to hit enter.

I also know that all positive numbers have a square root.

One more thing I should say (not that you oul have figured that out)... I would have never figured out the answer, never.

5.29150262

Scott has been to the doctor and issued Zithromax and Tamiflu.

Yesterday, I really didn't have much of a plan beyond getting me and the boy out of the house and letting my husband rest, so last night when my mother asked my plan, I sort of formulated it on the fly: if the doctor says it's a sinus infection, we'll head home. If she says it's the flu, we'll stay here for another day or so. So we're staying with the folks. Mostly it's that we have the second ENT appointment Monday, where we figure out if the Zweeb is having surgery or not, and I don't want him sick and having to start all this over again. Yes, we got the flu shots. Were this not the (I hope) near-end of a three-month medical debacle, I might feel confident and we'd all be home.

Of course, the lack of forethought basically means we have enough clothes for one night. Z. has clothes over here, but I do not. Here we go with the washing machine!

I feel decidedly off-kilter. There are a thousand reasons why this might be so, but I haven't been able to pinpoint the main one yet. Part of it is the lack of our regular routine, part of it is the quick retreat we beat--did I remember everything?--and the fact that I left my huge to-do list of work-prep at home, so I'm convinced I'm forgetting something. Maybe I am, but I am pretty sure I've remembered all the main stuff.

I did take a shower, and I'm going to get some stuff done over naptime, and probably tonight as well, so maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Or not. I really hope my husband feels better tomorrow. He sounds like death on the phone, because he's losing his voice.

Blah.

Tags: oh gross, weasels

I am an archeologist of dreams.

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1. At parents' house to avoid the plague (like the English court back in the day) and give Scott time to recover. Feeling guilty for deserting my man, but also sure he doesn't want anyone around, anyway.

1a. He sounded better at 6pm, though.

2. The Zweeble is not snoring as much. I have grandparental agreement that this is so. Am cautiously optimistic that the meds are working.

2a. If they do, I will not feel nearly as exasperated at the meds giving him the usual gross stomach issues.

2b. Because really, I can only escape so much plague.

2c. But if I were at home with a sick husband *and* salmonella flashbacks, I would be a gibbering mess. So I shouldn't feel guilty; I am doing us all a favor, here.

3. I'm running on 3 hours sleep and an hour nap, so I am going the ... er, heck ... to bed.

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mood: exhausted

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How can I, in the space of two hours, go from feeling like I accomplished a lot and looking forward to having a quiet evening to feeling like the house is a pit and I'm all worried?

Oh, that's right, a two-year-old roaring in frustration at the end of bath time in the sink, and a husband whose fever went to 104.

Jesus on crutches.

Now, granted, Scott is in by far the warmest room of the entire house, in pajama pants and a t-shirt, under a comforter. I gave him more medicine and he uncovered somewhat, and within half an hour the fever dropped two degrees. But fevers freak me out. This even though during the Salmonella Incident we were told by everyone that fevers, even high ones, are no longer considered a Big Deal. Bite me, doc, I was raised to fear anything over 100, and fearful I shall stay!

A bath for Z. is an accomplishment--okay, look, I know pretty much all of you reading this are colder than we are, but please bear with me as I rant. It's been in the 30s at night and the 50s during the day. Now, we have one of those wall-mounted water heaters, and when it's cold all the time, we can't get hot water in anything but the sink. I don't know, don't ask me, I just live here. We tried to get a bath during the day, but no dice. And the kid needed a bath desperately. And he just barely still fits in the sink.`

Then I washed my hair in the sink, bringing back ... let's call them fond memories of my childhood. But at least my hair is short now and doesn't go partly down the drain as I rinse.

Ugh.

Okay. Enough ... whining? Venting? Whatever this is I'm doing. I am off to watch Doctor Who and then sleep on the couch.

Tags: oh gross, too much buttons

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