Atomictumor

So, last night we went out carousling like I mentioned, and this morning, sweet baby Jesus, was I hung over.  Hung over like a logger in the summertime.  Hung over like a sorority girl after a home game.  Hung over like, well, I’m out of analogies, because my head still hurts too damn much.

So, I think its time to go ahead and say “AT, dumbass, seriously.  You had about 3 5 hours of fun, and are now in your 6th hour of penance.  You threw up twice, and were in the bed until 3 PM.  How about we just go ahead and lay off the juice, huh?”

And I’d say

“Damn, me, thats a pretty friggin good idea, where the hell were you this time yesterday?”

—

Friggin future me, thinks he know so damn much…

Well, evidently night time, as it was a month ago, is the time that all this is real.  However, the sadness is so bittersweet, and so wonderful, that I’d be so much of a lesser person not to know it, if it meant not knowing the emotions behind it.

Or something.  What I’m saying is that I wouldn’t trade it for anything, I hurt worse  because I had it so good. Or something.

Right.

But now its the morning, I slept in until 9:45 because my boys kick ass and got their own breakfast (you ROCK, boys), and we’re fixing to watch Transformers The Movie, on its return engagement to what I’m sure will be a daily showing for the next week or so.

Ahh, Transformers the Movie.  Its a great milestone in 80’s culture, lemme tell you.  Commercial gone art.  Complete with widdlywiddlyweeeee hair metal sound track.  A pre washed up Judd Nelson.  Orson Welle’s final performance.  Leonard Nimoy as the bad guy.

The opening act is the violent destruction of damn near all of the Transformers that millions of kids watched religiously on a daily basis.

Oh yes, its a mighty movie.

—

Speaking of mighty, is the river of snot running from Pigpen’s nose.  I think its time for intervention, so I’m running out to pick up some Benedryl, and while I’m out, maybe some Hardee’s biscuits.

Thanks for your fine comments, that all got eaten by Dr. Dave.  Seriously, I think the spam catcher is on meth or something.  I disabled part of it that doesn’t seem to be getting along with the Newmor (or, the new ‘tumor, aren’t I clever?… don’t answer that),  but it distingushed itself last night by blocking EVERY SINGLE COMMENT left.

Nice work, spam catcher!  100%!

I’m very thankful that GAC’s not here.

Guess where GAC’s spending the night?

Heres two hints… it’s bigger than a breadbox and it rhymes with “zospital”!

So GAC’s fluish symtoms continued, adding bonus rapid stomach evacuations to the aches and pain she had been enjoying for the past few days, and apparently her kidneys, who seem to be too good to operate without water, are starting to be bitches.

We took her to the hospital after I dropped the kids off at their respective schools, because my nursey mother reminded me that bodies do like to dehydrate after a few days of purging.  Something like that.  I don’t undestand it, and I don’t see why the robot overlords bound to conquer this planet eventually anyway don’t use this to their advantage, but there you go.

Anyway, trip to the ER, GAC gets some tests, tubes, and pokes, and 3 hours later (and a viewing of most of Alien, which is the best thing to watch in a hospital) she’s napping uncomfortably in her very own room.

So, I figured I’d tell you guys about it.

She’ll certainly be without internet for a few days, because evidently wi-fi isn’t necessary to the recuperative processes, and because the world has not yet seen fit to give us a laptop.  I’ll be here and there, so feel free to party in the shoutbox.

So, things have been interesting over the past 24 hours.

GAC appears to have the flu. Her fever of 103 and incessant body aches gave me my first clue, and the fact that she hasn’t really been able to leave the bed since about noon yesterday gave me my second.  The kids had a short day at school, so I pulled one of those Djuggler kind of things where I’m at 75 places at once, as I:

• Picked GAC up at school
• Dropped her off at home
• Finished a project at work
• Picked the kids up
• Bought much needed groceries
• Put said groceries away
• Went to Pigpen’s Parent Teacher Conference (he’s doing well, just holds a pencil funny)
• Cooked pancakes for a nutritious dinner
• Got the final touches done on the kids costumes
• And, if my earlier math was right, 66 other things

Bos and Eaves and the Cemestos kids got to the house to tricker treat with Pigpen and MastaG, but poor GAC had to miss out.  Its a shame, because she’s the one that really likes halloween.

Whats not a shame is the fact that halloween has evidently become another day.

We walked the length and breadth of our neighborhood, and only about 1 out of 6 houses was recognizing the fact that oddly dressed youngsters were expecting candy.  Sure, it was a good workout, but it was a pretty crappy haul.

Bos blamed it on these Trunk or Treat things that so many churches are putting on, and I think thats a real shame.  Oak Ridge as a town doesn’t have a lot of community cohesiveness, and Halloween is about the only time that you actually see some of the people that you sleep 100 feet away from every day.   While I’ve always thought it was a pain in the ass to get dragged around town by sugar jonesing knee highs, I’ve always appreciated the fact that you get out and say “hi” to some of these people.

Apparently, that is no longer in vogue on the east end, and I think society is weaker for it.

Anyway, we got home, and I (along with GAC) had a sleepless night.  Now I have weird green people sitting on my desk telling me to do strange things with the staple remover, and I’m wondering how long it will be before I get that telltale back-of-the-neck pull of the flu.

Oh yeah.  Its in the mail.  But its OK, I can take it…