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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 PMYou'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.