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I've got an extremely case of nasty stomach flu. (I think it's that, rather than a gall bladder problem, which is what we thought I might have had last December. Also exceedingly nasty.) Fortunately, I was able to pick up the girls from day care and make it home before I became totally unglued. I managed to get a half a cup of jello and a bit of dry toast to stay down this morning. Last night was awful. I slept badly, continually roused by nausea and aches. I remember one point in the middle of the night when I swam out of a bit of confusion; I might have been a little delirious. I'd been dreaming of Jackie and Brendan Doyle and Horriban the clown and Damnable Richard and William Ashbless, because I've been re-reading The Anubis Gates. And then it seemed to me that characters from The Wild Swans were around me. I thought I was in the scene in the hospital room, where Sean senses his friends gathering around the bed. It felt like more than a dream. Every time I jerked awake, I thought that another one was there. It didn't feel at all threatening; I thought they were there to comfort me, but it was an extremely peculiar sensation, and I didn't particularly like it. I've never had anything like that happen to me before.
Today will be spent quietly at home. Rob plans to come home from lunch to make me soup.
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