I literally sat down with a pen and paper, made a list of everything I encountered during my probable infection period (assuming a two- to three-day incubation, which is roughly average for this sort of virus), and proceeded to check off the things that I encountered during the period where I didn't get sick. Like John Snow on his quest for the Broad Street pump, I was on a quest for a viral reservoir! Only he wasn't, y'know, dying of cholera while he was looking for the thing that caused all that cholera. I am not entirely happy with my needing to catch the virus to know I needed to find it.
The probable culprit? The toothbrush I keep in Kate and GP's bathroom for my Thursday night sleepovers. Kate has thrown it away, and we'll be testing the theory when I go to house-sit for them (starting tomorrow night). So I feel very much like a kick-ass epidemiologist, wiping out threats everywhere that she goes. Except for the part where, oh, yeah, I'm still sick. I had to go to work today, since it's already a short week, and literally nearly passed out at my desk several times. I feel like death warmed over. I look like death warmed over. The Four Horsemen all want my number. Pestilence called me 'a real hottie.'
If this is my last entry, blame the microbes.
November 25 2008, 03:00:59 UTC 8 years ago
This is just begging to be
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November 25 2008, 03:19:56 UTC 8 years ago
If Don Francis had caught smallpox while eradicating it, he might've been nearly as badass as you are right now. Hang in there.
November 25 2008, 03:45:21 UTC 8 years ago
November 25 2008, 04:45:39 UTC 8 years ago
Or, better yet, the ages-old war between two subgroups of giant, transforming alien robots, thus providing dying humanity with the hope that our arts and culture will live on in someone's databanks and five hundred thousand years after the last human has died in a brilliant blast of laser fire, somebody will succeed in RickRolling the Supreme Commander of the bad guys, and there will be much rejoicing.
(Because no apocalypse-related comment from me is complete without a mention of Decepticons.)
November 25 2008, 18:45:51 UTC 8 years ago
Fascinating stuff. And hooray for giant robots!
November 25 2008, 05:11:21 UTC 8 years ago
The one place I consistently could not infect in that pandemic game was, after all, an island...
November 25 2008, 05:16:55 UTC 8 years ago
*sympathizes*
*doubletakes upon realizing precisely WHAT she's sympathizing over*
*shrugs it off and continues to sympathize*
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November 25 2008, 06:38:36 UTC 8 years ago
http://www.filker.com/songs/Snowfla
(A recording (not great quality) does exist.)
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November 25 2008, 05:40:27 UTC 8 years ago
I am in awe of your ability to write in ways that make us all laugh even when you feel like crap.
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Seriously though, Get well soon.
November 25 2008, 20:36:24 UTC 8 years ago
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Just so we're clear.
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