Lorraine

:D

d

So much for the low BP suspicion. I’m skeptical of that temperature, unless that was the temp in the doctor’s office. If that is your temperature, the implication is disturbing.

Dave

Need to get the ring cleaned first, but yeah. :)

d

I forgot to ask before - did you get a BP reading? I understand low blood pressure can cause (or at least correspond to) low body temperature.

Also, when you’re all mended, a photo of that ring would be very much appreciated. As they say on Twitter, “Pictures or it didn’t happen.”

Dave

“Coredumps.” I love it! :D I also follow blogs that are random. There’s something about blogs that I know will always be religious/political/serious/sarcastic/etc that induces me to skip them when I’m “not in the mood,” generally just stop following them altogether. Don’t really know why.

And that’s a great story. Thanks for sharing. :)

Aunt Bann,

If this is the flu, it’s a weird variety, for certain. Hopefully, I’ll find out something in a couple of hours.

Temp this morning: 96.4.

d

You may even find it in your heart to appreciate my embracing the true nature of my intermittent activities here.

Diana,

But I’ve always appreciated that. I get bored with topical blogs - I’d much rather go rummaging through one of your coredumps.

I hope you’re feeling better today, or at least that the doctor can give you something to help you get there. After being in a large group you could have picked up any of a number of things.

My brother Ken had a scare from a scenario like that about 15 years ago. He was network admin (he wears the BOfH title well) for a company that sold products worldwide. He was invited to their annual sales conference and came to be good friends with Jorge, their rep in Mexico and Central America. At the dinner before the first day of meetings Ken and Jorge spent a good deal of the evening telling lies and passing a bottle of tequila back and forth.

Next morning, they’re waiting for Jorge to arrive at the office for the meeting and he doesn’t show. Finally someone goes to check on him at the hotel. He doesn’t answer the phone or the door so the hotel manager lets them into the room. Jorge is unconscious on the bed and can’t be roused, so they get an ambulance to take him to the hospital. Later that day words gets back that Jorge has cholera.

Ken, in a panic, calls his doctor to ask if he should go to the hospital too. After getting the full story his doctor chuckles and says, “No, there’s no way a cholera organism will survive a good tequila. It was good tequila, wasn’t it?” Ken assured him it was.

Ken has all the fun.

Dave