It didn't rain at the Mansion on Friday. Sunny all day, until I started to town at 4:00. Dark clouds. The casher in 10Box said it had rained off and on all day. There were puddles in the parking lot. POOR PONY! The Pony got rained-on, and I DIDN'T EVEN WORRY! You know that would have made a difference, right? The protection of a mother's worry.
Anyhoo... when I called on Saturday morning, The Pony didn't sound perky.
"I haven't had much sleep. I threw up at 3:00, and again at 4:00. I couldn't get back to sleep. I even went to my second bedroom, to try and sleep in that dead lady's bed, for a change of scenery."
"WHAT? I didn't know you had a bed in there."
"Yeah. The one Dad took out of the QuickFlip house. He was sure to tell me that it belonged to that dead old lady, but that she didn't die in it. I didn't have to know all that!"
Anyhoo... The Pony doesn't know what brought on the sickness. It doesn't seem to be from the rain, so soon. Doesn't seem to be a cold. Yet. And lest you point the accusatory finger at MY Easter Dinner leftovers, The Pony said they had been consumed or frozen by midweek.
The Pony did not feel well enough to go to work, after giving it another 90 minutes to see if his symptoms improved. The only good thing was that this sudden food exit was only from one end. So far.
Oh, well. That's what sick days are for. Can't be puking your guts out while walking 11 miles taking mail from house to house. That tends to slow you down.
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Oh no! I immediately suspected the leftovers, but you debunked that right away with the eating and freezing. It's possible that he could be picking up all kinds of germs from the letters and packages, though he probably is smart enough to wash his hands often.
I hope he recovers quickly and is soon back at work dodging dogs and puddles.
River,
Yes, when we packed up the leftovers, we made sure that the ham was in packets suitable for freezing. The deviled eggs go quickly, because they are a favorite. That last thing left was the Oreo Cake, but Farmer H had eaten the last slice of that here, AFTER The Pony had eaten his last slice. So the leftovers were not the issue.
The Pony does say how filthy his hands get through the day. It's possible that in wiping away sweat, or scratching, some germs might have been ingested without realizing.
Probably viral and there is not a lot you can do to avoid breathing. I thought mine might have been something I ate, but my step-granddaughter's boyfriend had it, too and we both got sick before any contact with each other. I was having such a good time, then BOOM, I was restricted to the bathroom. No vomiting, but the nausea and diarrhea was pretty awful.
Kathy,
Something must be going around. Everywhere!
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