So, I've crossed into week 3 now of the Bug That Cannot be Shaken. At one point during Mass yesterday morning I had chills and so much joint pain that I thought I was going to have to either leave or lay down on the pew. Either one of which would have required me to send an e-mail to Father Escalante explaining why I did that in the middle of his homily. I give it until Monday, then I guess I better go see if maybe I've got walking pneumonia or an infection somewhere.
Multiple doses of acetaminophen and an afternoon spent on the couch with a book, and then I look over to see Blu sliding into another seizure.
He's been doing so well, back to driving me crazy with pestering and mischief. His fur even looks better. I thought we had everything under control.