House O' Pestilence

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So, last weekend I was out from Saturday to Monday with the worst migraine I've had in at least ten years. (I actually went to the doctor and got the serious migraine drugs for it.)

This week, Ros got a truly horrendous cough on Thursday (which is weirdly okay during the day, but gets so bad at night that she's nearly thrown up), and then Friday night the Sweetie developed aches, chills and fever. (103, off and on.)

At the moment, I'm the only well one in the house.

A house, I might add, that looks like a bomb exploded in it. If there was a bomb made up entirely of doll clothes, toys and cat hair, that is.

And this just as I was hoping to watch stuff on the PVR, get some serious work done on the Batman vid, and put more words down on my UNCLE Down the Chimney story. (I got prompts that required plot! And research! And I actually have nearly 2,000 words written.)

Oh yeah, and after years of contemplating it, I signed up for Yuletide.

And also wrisomifu. A.K.A. Write Something You Miserable Fuck. Because draycevixen did. And I love the name. And I'll never do NaNoWriMo. And it may actually get me through the UNCLE and Yuletide stories.

::sigh::

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Ros is doing okay, so long as she doesn't wake up at 3 a.m. again tonight hacking. The Sweetie, however, still looks like death warmed over. And I'm not looking much better, dealing with all the house stuff, getting up with Ros in the middle of the night and making sure he's not about to expire of dehydration, pneumonia or some other nonsense.

Here's hoping he recovers soon and I can get on with the writing, vidding stuff.

*pats shoulder back: I wouldn't want to encourage the spread of pestilence. *g*