Miscellaneous

Little Girl* did not stop vomiting.  I ended up calling her physician and under advice, have only given her very small amounts of food at a time. (When she'd eat -- lots of times she refused to eat at all.)  At five this morning, she woke up ravenous, but I only let her eat two ounces, because I really didn't want to be thrown up again. Selfish?  Probably.

Matthew woke up in the night with a similar (but not identical) gastrointestinal bug -- he suspects food poisoning.  So when Little Girl wasn't waking me up with fussing, I was waking up because I was worrying about Matthew, who was also up and down all night.

I didn't entirely escape food poisoning, but I don't seem to be suffering as badly.  Good thing, too, because even with the aches, sore throat, stuffy/runny nose, and exhaustion, I'm the most functional member of the household right now. 

I have a scheduled client call at 9 AM.  Right now, I'm just shooting to get through it so that I can collapse on the couch and drink the pedialyte that Peach hated.  And feel completely sorry for myself.  And maybe take a nap.  If I'm feeling really decadent, I might give in to the extremely bad (cranky, annoyed, frustrated) mood I've been fighting off. 

Blech.

*Another of Peach's nicknames, but one that just Matthew and I use (I think).  It's inherited from our menagerie days, when we had gazillions (OK, five) of ferrets at a time, and pronouns just didn't do the trick for distinguishing them.  Any female ferret we had was Little Girl, as compared to (I guess) the border collie and me - the only other females in the house.  For some reason, we only had one female ferret at any given point, but oodles (OK, four at the most at any given time) of males.