Remember Petey?

First off, I did call my doctor's office this morning.  I thought it might be wise to get checked out, because a week-and-a-half of the runs is a little extreme even by my standards, and I wanted to make sure I'm not, like, dying of dysentery I contracted on the Oregon Trail or something. 

So!  I talked to the nurse, who explained that, unfortunately, there is a particularly virulent viral strain of Yuck currently working its way through the area's intestinal tracts.  She advised me to keep hydrated, and to call back immediately if I got the dizzies or started hurling; she said that otherwise, the Yuck should be leaving its temporary home in me within the next few days.

So.  There.  I called the doctor's office.  Now I just tough it out.  Pass the Immodium, please!

I had actually started to feel a little better, the last couple of days, until four o'clock this morning, that is, when everything went right back to hell in a handbasket, thus prompting the doctor call this morning.  *sigh*


Okay! And, one more thing, before we get to the main thing:  My spellcheck has gone missing.  Just up and disappeared off the toolbar. So, if things are a little more confusing and grammatically screwed around here than usual, talk to Blogger about it.  I mean, yeah, sure, I could copy and paste into another format to spell check, but ain't nobody got time for that sh*t around here.  Sorry.




Now!  On to the big news!

Remember Petey?  Petey, the cat who tried to chew my hand off?  Well, here's what his new owners have to say:

"Hans Thomas we named him. Absolutely adore him. He is very comfortable in his space right now and approaches us. Almost able to pet him. Rotisserie chicken has opened new doors. Thank you so much for saving this guy. Loves his ping pong ball. Plan to expand his whole territory to the whole house this weekend. Will send some pictures soon."

I think these people get the "Adopter of the Year" award.  I don't care if it's only May.