Monday, Monday...
So, Thursday night, Homebuddy goes to bed about early (which for him is about 11), and wakes up about an hour later puking. I feel bad for him, but there's nothing I can do, and he goes back to bed. He's up again at 3am, more puking. Friday morning, he's miserable, can't get out of bed, and can't go to work. Our neighbor (who's a medical professional) comes over and tells him he's got intestinal blockage, and if he doesn't pass it by the following morning, she's going to force him to go to the hospital. Lucky for him, he goes the next morning, and limps along in recovering state through Saturday until he's well by yesterday.
But, as it turned out, we'd had more in common than I'd realized... Saturday night, I went to bed around midnight (which was early for me on a weekend), cause of not feeling quite right, after puking. Twice. I repeated this again at 2am. And 3:30. And 4:30. And 5. And every 15 minutes after that until the sun came up at 7am. Then, like turning on a lightswitch, it was over. I'd barely slept at all, was exhausted and achy, but the worst of it had past. Come to exchange notes with Homebuddy, and, turns out, I'd had the same thing for lunch as he'd had on Thursday... guess neither of us will be eating THAT again.
The bathroom was a disastrous bio hazard, so I closed it until I could get some rest and take care of it, only to discover on Sunday that I wasn't as well as I'd have liked after that... It's easy to know you're not healthy when you're throwing up, or something equally disgusting from the south end, or worst case (as in mine), a dreadful combination of both, but when all that's over, I like to just get on with my life. Unfortunately, a 103.1° temperature said otherwise. Our same neighbor told me if it hadn't gone down in a couple hours, she was going to force me to go to the hospital, too.
Got the fever down by midnight, and slept peacefully. Thought I might try going to work today, but, it turns out, 24 hours with a violent illness, a dangerous body temp, and nothing to eat, makes me tired, achy, dizzy, and weak. Work would be just too much right now. I couldn't figure out, either, OMG, my ribs hurt, why do my ribs hurt so BAD? Homebuddy reminded me it was the convulsions of that much vomitting. I feel like I've been through a gang initiation gauntlet.
I've cleaned up the bathroom now, at least... that made me feel a lot better. We've got the City of Hopkins coming to inspect our home this afternoon because our neighbor has reported that we have too many dogs, because our neighbor obviously CAN'T COUNT. In many ways, though, I'm glad of this, because, he's called the police on us SIX times since we moved in here just six months ago, each time for ridiculous crap. Our lawyer said there wasn't really much we could do about it if he was reporting legitimate city ordinance violations. Now that we have at least 2½ false complaints on the books (in one case, he complained about construction material on the property that had been there 6 months before we moved in... it turns out it was a bit of insulation that it took the inspector walking around the entire property 3 times to find, and in another he said there was too much poop in our yard, but she didn't find any), so we might be able to file a harrassment complaint against him, and hopefully bring it to a stop.
The former owner of this place says that nutty old bat has driven out mutliple previous tenants from here, which is why he finally decided to sell it, because he was tired of taking care of a proeprty proeprly, but not being able to keep good tenants in it because of a crazy stick-up-his-arse neighbor. The good news, on some level (for us, anyway), I think, is, his wife is suffering from dementia, which means they'll be moving within the year, because he needs better care for her.
Anyway, that's about my day... going to go tackle the backlog of dishes now, clean up the catbox, and get rid of the recycling, so it doesn't look too much like we're alcoholics. I just hate that we have to go to all this trouble just because someone else is so miserable in his life that he feels the need to make everyone else around him be, too.