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Other unexpected ways my lifestyle has changed: I haven’t seen a snake in the wild for about 10 years now. Since the last time I was back home, in fact.

(Lots of other wildlife, too. Just reminded of the snakes.)

This really is one of the strangest stomach bugs I’ve seen so far, though.

Both of us started feeling off Monday or Tuesday, and he actually took Wednesday and Thursday off work because he couldn’t stay out of the bathroom. (And never would try some Imodium…) When he basically never calls in.

It definitely felt like some type of virus, and unusually he was hit a lot harder. I had some bowel problems Tuesday/Wednesday too, and still don’t feel right, but his were to the point of getting dehydrated.

That eased up enough that he went back to work Friday, and off gaming most of the day yesterday without incident. Figured it was mostly over.

So, last night he suddenly dashed off in the middle of eating some takeout. And has been periodically throwing up all night.

(AFAICT, just vomiting. Usually they go together, but alternating separated by days like this? 🤔)

I guess it’s possible that he managed to catch something else, or ate something he shouldn’t have. But, that seems less likely than its just coming from the same bug.

So far, I just seem to still be feeling like I have a cold without all the congestion, plus some hopefully secondhand nausea from being around him. We’ll see, though. Not that optimistic that it’s not just taking longer to kick in.

Currently trying to convince myself–not quite successfully so far–that I don’t really need to harass a sick Mr. C with trippy slowed-down ABBA. He’s asleep right now anyway, but I will probably still find it way more amusing than he does to find it waiting whenever he wakes up. 😊

(He very specifically cannot stand ABBA. They got going the year after he did, all in the Stockholm area, and won Eurovision when he was 3. They were apparently truly inescapable the whole time he was growing up. Including getting pushed a lot as this Big Swedish Success Story that young people would do well to learn from.

Yeah, I can see how someone might get completely burned out on ABBA under the circumstances. I still usually cannot resist some ribbing whenever I run across such an opportunity. Maybe not when he’s dealing with a nasty stomach bug, though. Maybe…)

clatterbane:

Reminded by the shirt/skirt thing, I still have to giggle some at this that I ran across a while back:
http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=I957OegamHMC&pg=PA141&lpg=PA141&dq=skitters

One that struck me as kind of funny, in a “familiar enough word that I never really thought about the etymology” way. Especially since the Scots “skitters” coming ultimately from Norse skíta somehow passes for MUCH more polite back home than saying somebody has the shits. 😉 When that is still precisely what you’re saying.

Apparently “skitters” is another one that made it into Geordie and Yorkshire dialects, too.

Hadn’t even thought of it in terms of the Anglo-Saxon sk->sh shift before, though I’d noticed other examples especially from Dutch.

I actually wondered about that one after following a link to “Inflections and putting spaces where they don’t belong” for modern Swedish( http://goo.gl/MpLWIk ), with “Skit gott” vs. “Skitgott”. 🙂

Reminded of this one again. Maybe my favorite borrowing.

Occasion for a meltdown a little while ago: the salad I was about to eat fell in the floor!

(Because I did an, erm, questionable balancing act again stashing it in the fridge earlier. And that was the last of the salad fixings 😬)

My auditory processing may leave a lot to be desired, but I just couldn’t help but laugh my ass off at some misheard lyrics not presented as such. At a level where “billy club” got turned into “Philly glove”–and it went downhill from there.

I guess it’s very possible that whoever tried to transcribe that doesn’t speak English as a first language, which certainly might help explain getting some fairly common phrases that far off. It still struck me as funnier than it maybe should have.

Mostly just had to share that “Philly glove” 😊 Which sounds like some kind of terrible euphemism for I don’t know what.

That calf muscle “plantar fasciitis” has thankfully improved enough that I’m about to try gimping up the street shopping. Which I had been particularly holding off on, since things seized up on the way back the last trip to start this round 😒

But, better use the cane. Wished I’d had it then, but that store has a cramped enough layout that I rarely use it going there. Very awkward trying to juggle a basket and the cane in tight quarters, and I don’t like trying to navigate with a cart (doubling as a walker with the cane stashed in there). But, that looks like the best option today, and we could use some food.

Glad we do have even a small supermarket just a couple of blocks away, but sometimes I do wish they didn’t make the layout so awkward trying to fit at least one more aisle than the space needs.

(ETA: Though, on the plus side? At least I haven’t been needing the cane in the house much the past couple of days. Things are even worse set up for it in here, which is another story that I don’t need to get started on now.)

I made some buttery popcorn, and turned part of that into cheesy popcorn. Now the house smells entirely too appetizing.

Mr. C went and collapsed just as I was getting ready to pop some earlier, but made a point of saying that he’d be very happy to clean up any that’s left after he gets up. So, I decided to go ahead and pop some anyway, several hours later.

The cold leftover stuff usually tastes stale to me, even if it’s been sealed up well. He’ll buy the questionable bags out of the chip aisle. So, might as well make some to snack on myself–but primarily to bag up after it finishes cooling 🍿

That disabled/chronically ill feel when the most exciting item you’ve had delivered in a while is…a new leg raising pillow 🤗

(Which I haven’t slept with yet, but from a little testing it does seem like it might indeed solve the problems I was hoping! At least with these chicken legs, it’s not mashing into the Very Angry Calf Muscles at all so far. And it does seem like it should be easier to keep that damned ulcer off the leg prop entirely. The way I’ve been having to lie thanks to some other issues, that’s had a bad habit of ending up pressed into the makeshift prop no matter what I do. Painfully, and I think that continuing irritation hasn’t been great for the healing either. Hopefully not so much with this solution. *fingers crossed*

I was hoping not to need the leg elevation setup for very long, but yeah. Better to to ahead and spend the £25 if you have it, for something purpose made which should hopefully be more comfortable than the existing MacGyvered heap. It’s already been months, and who knows how much more use I might get out of the thing.)

An indication of the level of executive function stupids I’m dealing with today:

I want to make some comfort food for supper, which originally calls for cream of mushroom soup (“our good old southern béchamel” 🙄) in the sauce. Which, these days, means making my own GF creamy sauce. Usually not a problem, besides kinda defeating the purpose of a shortcut ingredient. Not that much of a hassle, for something that tastes better.

(Recipe for assorted cream soup equivalents that work well substituting a GF flour, for anyone who might find it useful.)

If it’s going into another sauce, it’s usually easier just to incorporate those ingredients instead of making the “soup” separately.

This evening, though? Hahaha. Figuring out how best to accomplish that is enough of a holdup that I’m just going ahead and making it in a separate pan to add in like the canned stuff.

Also a decent example of how this crap can snowball and make everything else harder, but hey. At least I do know the words “executive function” and “burnout” now. Still frustrating, but at least I have some reasonable explanation and hopefully a little more patience now