About that WisCon Stomach Flu

I now have a raging case. Since last night, I've had chills, muscle aches, low-grade fever, and an inability to keep down solid food. I'm so weak that opening a Tupperware container this morning was a major challenge. There's also been one unfortunate sheet-soiling: Gary, God bless him, is being a saint about laundry, setting up a sickroom for me in my study, and bringing me liquids. (He's also washing his hands a lot!)

Yuck.

I called my GI doc to see if I should postpone Friday's procedure; the nurse said that if I don't turn around tomorrow, they can reschedule. She also said -- which I would have remembered had my brain been functioning better -- that among the liquids I should be pushing are electrolyte-rich drinks like Gatorade and SmartWater. Gary had already begun the walk to the grocery store to get me applesauce, bananas and Saltines, and I won't have the heart to send him out again when he gets back, but maybe I can ask a friend to do it for me.

Yuck.

Still no sign of my suitcase, but that's the last of my concerns right now. I'm just grateful this thing held off until I was done traveling!