Our spider is gone. Whether he’s inched his way out of the bathtub and into the wall or he’s shuffled off this mortal coil none of us really knows. On Sunday morning, he was still in his spot on the tub wall; by Sunday evening around tubby time, though, he was gone.
So long, Walter. Whatever happened, it was fun watching you!
…but not how you think.
I feel like crap today. I’m trying hard not to blame PTrinity, who emailed me yesterday to inform me that she’s suffering from fever, chills, body aches and a headache. I haven’t seen her since last Wednesday, so I’m pretty sure she’s not responsible for my having the same symptoms, unless she can transmit her diseases via the internet (though I’m pretty sure my virus protection….oh, never mind. It was a bad joke, anyway). It’s more than the power of suggestion, though – my body is trying to fend off something.
The low-grade headache and tender throat started last night. I began today by having three Advil for breakfast, and that seemed to help. Right around noon, though, I started feeling icky again, so I downed three more with lunch in the hopes that I’d be able to beat back at least the symptoms of whatever this is. Sadly, though? Not so much. The chills started around quarter to two.
I’m home for the rest of the day (and, quite possibly, the entirety of tomorrow). I came home, dumped my stuff in the hall and trudged upstairs to change out of work clothes and into comfy-cozies. I’m half considering asking Husband to stop and pick up something for dinner, because the idea of cooking just doesn’t appeal – not because I feel sick to my tummy (thank the Universe!!) but because I’m so weary that I’m not sure I could stand up long enough to put a whole meal together.