Linette and I were up really late with the baby last night (past 3:00 AM), trying to break her of the habit of sleeping in the bed with us, and, somewhere in midst of the torrential outpouring of snot and the inhuman screeching, Linette started to show signs of having the flu. If it were me, I’d get into all the vomit-spewing and pant-shitting details at this point, but, as it’s my lovely friend and wife that we’re talking abut, I won’t. I’ll just say that I felt really sorry for her… So, I’m home today, watching after the baby while she rests. The baby’s taking a nap now and I’m busily trying to pick up the house and put away groceries while she sleeps. (The baby and I went out shopping this morning to get juice, grapefruit, saltines and other early Mother’s Day gifts for Linette.) So, I might be checking in later, but don’t count on it.
Oh, and on a completely different but somewhat related note, our dog, Freeda, has worms — two kinds of them — battling it out in her intestines.
The vet suspects that she’s been ingesting the poop of other dogs.
Linette just woke up and came downstairs to eat a piece of toast. When she was down here, she mentioned that she was concerned that it might not be the flu at all, but that maybe there’s a chance that, during one of Clementine’s two big explosive poops yesterday, some of the particles might have found their way into her bloodstream. I’m hoping that’s not the case, but I suppose anything’s possible…
Actually, Linette has been feeling a bit better these last few hours, so I’m hopeful that it’s just a 24-hour bug, and that it’s on its way out. I’ll keep you posted.
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I can only imagine what would happen if poop particles found their way into your blood stream. You would have material for this blog for a year!
mark, if linette is feeling better tonight and you’ve earned brownie points by playing florence nightingale today, i’m up for the troll beer you just offered.
you know where to find me.
wherever there is injustice, i’ll be there.
wherever a hydrant is broken, i’ll be there. etcetera.
I hope everyone in your household stops eating poop and starts getting better! :)
I’m not a scientist (in case that wasn’t apparent), but it would seem to me that if you can smell something it would mean that tiny particles of whatever it is that you
i think you’re correct about smells, but i don’t have a phd in scatology, so don’t quote me.
yes, the hydrant doesn’t count. nothing that i’ve written counts, apparently, beyond one single line where i said an ypsi firetruck arrived first, when i should have said 3 ypsi trucks arrived first. The several thousand words i wrote after that seem to not be worth reading.
let me know about the beer. my afternoon’s free.
…and, of course, I’m sorry linette’s feeling shitty.
Here’s a short synopsis of smell and particles which pretty much confirms your theory.
this is exactly why i hold my breath whenever i pass anyone when i’m walking. i hate being enveloped in some stranger’s body particulates swirling around in their wake! i take a big breath before our paths cross and hold it as long as possible.
it makes me think about the whole superstition of holding your breath when you pass a graveyard, as well.
MARK!!!!!!!!! Whatever you do given your delicate condition, do not link to that site!!! You are forbidden. The writer takes some great pseudo-scientific liberties. AND they spell odor with a “u”, as in “odour”. Someone employing the King’s English rules of spelling, well they just can’t be trusted.
If such reasoning is plausible, smelling food cooking should satiate your appetite were you to sit and sniff long enough. Remember the “breatharian” concept put forth on Barney Miller by the erudite monotone detective “Deitrich”.
And to Linette a feel better soon. I know parental advice sucks, but after I weaned (2 yoa) Shiva (not our dd’s real name but you get the idea)I moved her unused crib matress which was placed next to our bed and eventually to her bed.
Again, I am sure you have heard that whatever you do, once you transition her to her own bed DO NOT lay with them to get them to fall asleep. We did this with our first and at six he refuses to fall asleep unless one of us is next to him. Shiva on the other hand tells us to shut the door on the way out of her bedroom.
Sorry to hear it. Hope Linette feels better.
linette, i hope you’re feeling better—that flu bug is the pits. and mark, you’re positively correct about odor molecules. if you really want to be grossed out, get a copy of “the secret house.” i haven’t been the same since i read it. eeeeuew!!!!
EEEWWWW! I should have avoided the comments on this post as now I’m completely grossed out and will not be reading any book that will gross me out more!
I hope Linette feels better soon!
Dorothy, I found a book called “The Secret House Of Papa Mouse,” but I don’t think that’s the one that changed your life…
As for us, we’re on the mend. Thank you for your kind thoughts. Hopefully, I will soon be back to blogging strength.