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IPhone photo of the cat warmer Chicago beneath the red and black blanket.
Yesterday, Margie ate only a few bites of her breakfast, then announced that she was strangely full and could eat no more. Shortly afterward, she announced that she was not feeling well and her tummy hurt. She then descended into a state of misery. Except for a few saltine crackers, she has eaten no food since and she basically spent the remainder of the day on the couch, looking miserable, able to do nothing at all.
I had three hopes: one, that she would soon get better, two, that my body would fight off whatever bug had got her (and Caleb) and that if it didn't the illness would be short-lived and would not affect me so badly as it had her.
I have too much to do to be sick.
Often, bugs hit others around me and do miss me. When they get me, they do not generally take me down as far as they do Margie. I might feel miserable, but I can generally function whereas she had been rendered unfunctionable.
When I woke up this morning at about 7:30, I felt a little queasy. I hoped it was just an early morning thing and would soon go away. I set some coffee to brew, then came out here to my office to skim through the beluga pictures from which I planned to make today's post, to check emails, do a comment respond, etc., and then I went back in to cook my oatmeal.
But I did not cook my oatmeal, for I knew I could not eat it if I did and Margie said she still couldn't eat. I knew I needed to eat something, so I got one of those little pre-packaged half-cups of applesauce. I took one teaspoonful and it felt like it was about to rip my stomach out. I did not take a second teaspoon.
I forced myself to drink a glass of water, which I feared was going to rocket right back up but it didn't.
I then found a red and black blanket near the couch-that-is-good-to-nap-on and summoned two cat warmers to join. I lay down upon the couch with one cat warmer beneath the blanket on my torso and the other atop the blanket on my shins and there I stayed in a state of immobile misery with respites of dose until after 1:00 PM.
So that's it. This is all the blog I can muster today. I feel horrible, as though I am about to lose all the food that I am not eating, as though there are tiny knives in my gut, stabbing at the lining from the inside. My head aches and I feel weak. No energy. I cannot do today what I had planned to do.
The belugas have waited quite awhile to make their appearance on my blog. They will just have to wait for at least one more day.