A literal description of my state of mind
A literal description of my state of mind
Son TJ walked through the door at 11am, looking like crap. They sent him home from work after he started barfing. At 2pm, Liz was home, same thing. Dammit, I better not catch whatever they've got.
Posted by Ted at January 20, 2005 02:55 PM | TrackBackYou're doomed Scoob!
So hows your daughter? Has she gotten all settled in? We'll have to get together. Shoot me an email.
Posted by: Catt at January 20, 2005 09:27 PMI know the feeling.About a week and a half before the last launch I was out washing my car on one of those extra warm days.I finished at about 4 o'clock.By 6 o'clock I was feeling feverish with that weird itch in my lungs.Two hours later I was burning up and freezing to death at the same time.That's not to mention the open choke on my butt.I mean...."through a keyhole at a hundred paces".
Over the next couple of days there where a few times when the fever had me borderline delerious.
Two years ago this same kind of sickness is what led to a month long bout with pneumonia and major sinus problems requiring surgery.Needless to say I was really paranoid about it.Luckily,it passed quickly this time thanks to a warm house and about a half a tanker full of Gatorade.As you can probably gues,I now hate Gatorade.
BTW,Ted.Speaking of launches.We missed you at the last one.Hope you make it on the 12th.