"I have a really bad headache that won't go away. My head is stuffy, and my poop stomach is upset. I don't feel like going. Maybe I shouldn't have tried that new spicy food yesterday."
I went on about my business, not wanting to shame The Pony into going along. I was sure I could pump my own gas before the paid-for pump shut off. I'd just have to use a different Casey's bathroom before going to get gas. Or go before paying, which usually doesn't work out, because a giant line seems to form while I'm out of sight of the previously empty counter.
Anyhoo... The Pony was sorry to leave me in the lurch. I got a text the next morning.
"Mystery solved. I'm sick with something. Sore throat this morning and a bit of cough. Phwegh."
Of course I called The Pony. I don't have my helicopter working, but T-Hoe has been refurbished. I offered to drop off some vitamins that Farmer H and I take, which have seemed to keep such ailments away. We prefer the gummy version which includes elderberry, but they are out of stock. The Pony had some, but used them up a month or so ago. Now all we have are giant horsepill capsules. The Pony eschewed them back then, but now said they were worth a try. They have Vitamin C, Vitamin D, Zinc, and Quercetin.
"I'll give you seven days' worth. Take one at night and one in the morning. We just take one a day, unless we get sick. Which Dad has before, and said he got over it in three days when he doubled up on the vitamins."
So off I went to take horsepills to The Pony. Who was having a hard time deciding on what to disguise them with for swallowing. The considerations were peanut butter, jelly, pudding, ice cream. I'm not sure which was chosen, and if it was a success.
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