As for tomorrow... called Mom and told her what was up. Mom and dad called doctor to ask her advice if I should come over tomorrow for Thanksgiving. The doctor seemed to give the Ten Commandments of coming over with a cold.
1: I shall not be allowed to come over should I have a fever.I have a funny feeling the last one was made up by my parents.
2: If I do not have a fever, I shall be allowed to come over.
3: I shall not be allowed to touch my mother.
4: I shall not be allowed to touch my father, for fear he will touch my mother and spread my nasty ickiness
5: I shall wash my hands constantly, with antibacterial soap.
6: I shall not be allowed to handle food in any way, except for the food that I am to consume myself.
7: I shall not be allowed to do dishes, with the exception of my own, and even then, I may only put them in the dishwasher so they can be washed on sani cycle.
8: I shall remove any and all paper goods I touch. (I see a lot of blowing my nose with TP and flushing it in my future)
9: I shall not pet the cat, because Mom also pets the cat.
10: I shall take home all the leftovers and then some.
So, at this point, I'm to call them tomorrow and report on my general health and let them know what's up. I'm in a mental quandry, because I've only once been away from home on Thanksgiving (back in college) But, on the other hand, if my mother gets sick after I've been there, and ends up in the hospital, I will never forgive myself.
In the meantime, I'm just taking my cold/flu medications, taking lots of zinc things too, because someone once told me zinc makes you less contagious and at this point, I'll try anything. I would just like to know why they put so many cold medications in these little individual bubble things, that are next to impossible to open. And, if that isn't bad enough, they only last like 4-6 hours. So, you wake up durring the night, feeling really sick...you decide you'll take your cold/flu medication cause that will help, but then you have to spend 20 minutes trying to get the damned pills out of the damned package. So, you give up, try to go back to sleep and wake up feeling even worse because you have none of these drugs in your system anymore.
I haven't had a chance to write today, probably because of general ickiness and Todd being home and awake. I'm going to give it a try when I finish this, but I realize I'm having the main character procrastinate because I'm not sure what he should do at this point. Ever run into that? But, maybe I can at least get him started and the story will begin to write itself.
But... this is what I got at the end of yesterday.
I made more stuff in the crockpot today. It smells good, even with this cold. If I don't get to go tomorrow, at least we'll be fed, as I'm sure this will have a lot of leftovers.