It can't be the Hantavirus.
I felt lousy all weekend, very unproductive. Feels like a virus, no energy, no appetite, funky stomach, achey, no fever (thank the gods). Probably too much partying...now that's funny to this old homebody!
Taco, my chihuahua, is not pleased with my lack of cooking these past days. He wants his chicken!
If I don't improve tomorrow I'll make a doctor appointment. My doc is busy because he's a great diagnostician. A few years ago I showed up at his office with crippling stomach pain, I couldn't drink or eat anything without severe pain. The blood tests he took showed a severe bacterial infection and he pumped me full with antibiotics, finally relieving the pain. I recovered after a couple of days. That was awful. Cause unknown, I guessed bad cheese in the lasagna I made but no one else got sick.
Why am I babbling on? There's a madman in the White House or what's left of it.
And I want my $100 deposit back on my Trump phone!
Send good vibes, I need them.
Thank you for visiting.
