Okay, the Cipro? Is being a little rough on my stomach. Bah. I usually handle antibiotics really well.
Also, an opera singer (or music major, whatever) lives in my building. I can hear her practicing every night around this time. It's kind of charming, but only b/c it's very muffled.
Maybe she's dating Young Frankenstein.
Maybe she's dating Young Frankenstein.
::snerk:: Now I will *always* picture that when I hear her singing....
Maybe you should start shouting "Blucher" at whenever you pass her door, and see what happens.
I feel your pain, Teppy. Levaquin is also teh suck. I just keep trying to shovel in more yogurt, but that's getting old.
eta: Just in case anyone was wondering, I'm suffering through too long hair for a few more days, and not being a big meanie to my stylist. I'm just not happy about it. I guess that means I'm not a good person, I'm just ok.
t /pathetic, tenuous Firefly reference
She look like this?
Yes, actually.
Owen just barfed all over Christopher. And himself. And the laundry room floor (of all the places in the house, this is the place to do it).
So. Fucking. Gross.
They're both in the tub cleaning up now. I have no idea if this is a virus or what. What should I be giving him to drink now? Juice has too much sugar and I'm not sure about milk. Just water? Or should I send Christopher out for pedialyte?
What should I be giving him to drink now? Juice has too much sugar and I'm not sure about milk. Just water? Or should I send Christopher out for pedialyte?
I can barely keep myself alive. How do I know how to keep a smaller version going? Though experience has taught me that the balance of sugar, salts and electrolytes in Pedialyte is rocking.
I just inhaled beer. Shit hurts. I am showering, getting more beer and continuing to clean the kitchen floor with Bubbles of Scrub. Clinton had it right though, don't inhale man.
Okay, all three of you have that YAY, SNOW! look on your faces that I remember so well from my own childhood.