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Feb. 22nd, 2016 03:52 pmI had an awful time sleeping last night. At first, it was because Scott was coughing and restless and all of that. Then I started having trouble from the pizza we’d had for dinner. Cottage Inn occasionally changes the brand of teriyaki sauce they use on their chicken teriyaki pizza, and I think that was a major factor (this sauce was very, very salty as opposed to a little salty with sweetness). I think, too, that the dessert pizza Cordelia and I shared, though very tasty, was not wise. It was a layer of cheesecake-ish filling on a pizza crust with cooked apples on top.
I ordered pizza last night because I’d made us soup for lunch. I didn’t want the same thing for dinner and didn’t have anything else that wouldn’t require looking up recipes and/or washing pots by hand. Scott said he’d eat pizza and then, once it arrived, decided he wasn’t interested in food at all. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with a large chicken teriyaki pizza without him to eat half. There’s a lot left, and I’m not willing to eat it for dinner again.
We did manage to make it to both the library and the pharmacy yesterday. I was relieved by that. Cordelia came along on the trip, just to get out of the house. She said she wasn’t interested in going but that she thought she ought to go out and do something and this was the only option.
I baked bread in the bread machine yesterday, but it completely failed to rise. The jar of yeast was almost empty, so I guess that last little bit must have died or, at least, weakened. Cordelia made a sandwich from the failed bread. She considered that a better option than a sandwich on a flour tortilla or a hamburger bun. I don’t think that’s the way I would have jumped, but, well, I’m not her. I’m not feeling up to cleaning out the pan and trying again this afternoon, so I’ve suggested that she should do it. I have no idea if she will.
Cordelia is very worried that she’ll catch what Scott has. She doesn’t want to miss school. She doesn’t want to infect her classmates. She doesn’t want to be stuck at home and bored and feeling terrible.
Of course, I have caught it. My throat is getting gloppy, and I’m coughing. I’m also aching all over which is a sure sign that I’m starting a fever. I just hope that this illness comes and goes rapidly.
I made Scott call in sick last night. He had a fever of 101F, and taking Tylenol only brought it down about half a degree. He was also groggy and having a hard time standing up. He was moderately steady once he was up, but I didn’t find that reassuring. He spent most of the day yesterday in the living room, looking about 3/4 asleep and like he was hurting all over. I just didn’t see any way that he could safely drive to work, let alone be on his feet around machinery and molten plastic all day. His fever does seem to have broken as of this morning, but he’s still feeling really terrible. I have no idea what he’ll do tomorrow. He has Wednesday scheduled as a vacation day. If he takes tomorrow off, he’ll have to see a doctor for documentation because they’ll assume he was just giving himself a long vacation.
I really, really want to write, but I have no energy, no ability to think.
I ordered pizza last night because I’d made us soup for lunch. I didn’t want the same thing for dinner and didn’t have anything else that wouldn’t require looking up recipes and/or washing pots by hand. Scott said he’d eat pizza and then, once it arrived, decided he wasn’t interested in food at all. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with a large chicken teriyaki pizza without him to eat half. There’s a lot left, and I’m not willing to eat it for dinner again.
We did manage to make it to both the library and the pharmacy yesterday. I was relieved by that. Cordelia came along on the trip, just to get out of the house. She said she wasn’t interested in going but that she thought she ought to go out and do something and this was the only option.
I baked bread in the bread machine yesterday, but it completely failed to rise. The jar of yeast was almost empty, so I guess that last little bit must have died or, at least, weakened. Cordelia made a sandwich from the failed bread. She considered that a better option than a sandwich on a flour tortilla or a hamburger bun. I don’t think that’s the way I would have jumped, but, well, I’m not her. I’m not feeling up to cleaning out the pan and trying again this afternoon, so I’ve suggested that she should do it. I have no idea if she will.
Cordelia is very worried that she’ll catch what Scott has. She doesn’t want to miss school. She doesn’t want to infect her classmates. She doesn’t want to be stuck at home and bored and feeling terrible.
Of course, I have caught it. My throat is getting gloppy, and I’m coughing. I’m also aching all over which is a sure sign that I’m starting a fever. I just hope that this illness comes and goes rapidly.
I made Scott call in sick last night. He had a fever of 101F, and taking Tylenol only brought it down about half a degree. He was also groggy and having a hard time standing up. He was moderately steady once he was up, but I didn’t find that reassuring. He spent most of the day yesterday in the living room, looking about 3/4 asleep and like he was hurting all over. I just didn’t see any way that he could safely drive to work, let alone be on his feet around machinery and molten plastic all day. His fever does seem to have broken as of this morning, but he’s still feeling really terrible. I have no idea what he’ll do tomorrow. He has Wednesday scheduled as a vacation day. If he takes tomorrow off, he’ll have to see a doctor for documentation because they’ll assume he was just giving himself a long vacation.
I really, really want to write, but I have no energy, no ability to think.
