Happy birthday, Gadget_Girl!

Much ~ma of various sorts to many people. Good things to you al, and bad things avoid you, and may we all manage to hold up under the weight of the bad things that somehow come to us.

Happy birthday, GG!

Sparky, I hope I didn't give you the crud. LJ's got details, but it's a lot of -itis's. I'm special enough that the doc prescribed me 2 Z-Packs, and I have been quarantined until Monday at the earliest.

Hmm, I've got a bottle of Fernet (this one purchased in Italy!) sitting on the bar. Methinks it might just burn whatever this is out of my system.

Who was the wisest character on Winnie the Pooh?

Yes, I think Kanga too. Christopher Robin is maybe the smartest, but I think Kanga's the wisest.

Happy birthday, Gadget_Girl!

ioTMIn, I am still constipated! SO not impressed with this! I think I may take a little time out from my eating plan to fix this with prunes/branflakes/whatever, and go buy some fibre supplements. I mean, I'm eating lots of green leafy veggies, but apparently this is not enough. (My own fault - I experimented with a protein shake on Monday night. Wow. NOT doing that again. Still not really recovered, despite the, er, healing properties of maltitol!)

/ TMI

Fay, I hope the situation resolves itself soon.

I, on the other hand, am running to the restroom every half-hour because of all the fluids they're making me injest. I feel like my bladder can only hold one molecule of water at a time.

Mineral Oil will take care of the worst constipation. It's what we used when Emmett was impacted.

It doesn't taste like anything and you can mix it with orange juice. Once you lube the poop chute, though, everything comes out.

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I've got a bottle of Fernet (this one purchased in Italy!) sitting on the bar. Methinks it might just burn whatever this is out of my system.

Thousands of Nonnas can't be wrong!

Thousands of Nonnas can't be wrong!

I know! And it's better tasting than the concoction the doc prescribed me for the sore throat from hell: a combo of Maalox, Benadryl, and lidocaine that is to be gargled AND SWALLOWED every six hours. It works, but the taste is nasty.

Happy B-Day, Gadget Girl!

Kanga. AND Piglet.

Or maybe Rabbit's collective friends and relations.

Bless you, David, Maria - and I must apologise, really, because who the hell needs to know this stuff? Evidently it's weighing on my ass mind quite a bit at present, though - I have this dreadful cartoon imagination presenting me with images of some kind of Mr Creosote-style untimely demise being the eventual result of my plight! Can you imagine the funeral orations? "Here lies Fay, at least all those bits we could scrape off the ceiling and the walls and wring out of the carpet when she went BOOM! Let this be a warning to all those who ignore fibre that they do so at their peril!"

Fay, oh loveliest Fay, please don't exploderate.

Debung your hole and unleash the mighty River Cloaca.

Sheeee-it! t /Clay Davis