How Are You Feeling?

[dad]

since last night/early evening I've had on/off fever, chills, body aches, and an upset stomach. I tested neg for covid yesterday and neg again for covid as well as flu this morning. No fever, aches, or chills since the early hours this morning. Stomach is still slightly upset.

Not nauseous, no diarrhea, no vomiting. Just have an upset stomach. I've eaten breakfast (oatmeal), and the upset stomach persists.

The doc at the walk-in I went to thinks it's just something viral.

I had a similar thing happen several years ago. For two weeks, I had all the aforementioned symptoms but tested neg for flu, west nile, norovirus, etc.

Weird.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

since last night/early evening I've had on/off fever, chills, body aches, and an upset stomach. I tested neg for covid yesterday and neg again for covid as well as flu this morning. No fever, aches, or chills since the early hours this morning. Stomach is still slightly upset.

Not nauseous, no diarrhea, no vomiting. Just have an upset stomach. I've eaten breakfast (oatmeal), and the upset stomach persists.

The doc at the walk-in I went to thinks it's just something viral.

I had a similar thing happen several years ago. For two weeks, I had all the aforementioned symptoms but tested neg for flu, west nile, norovirus, etc.

Weird.

Did they test you for strep?

[dad]

amygdala's gonna amygdala.

[Ello Sailor]

"Dad if I can't watch TV then that's stupid and I'll never be your best friend again!"

This reads like a squabble Deb/Argo/Tree/Lenny would have.

[dad]

since last night/early evening I've had on/off fever, chills, body aches, and an upset stomach. I tested neg for covid yesterday and neg again for covid as well as flu this morning. No fever, aches, or chills since the early hours this morning. Stomach is still slightly upset.

Not nauseous, no diarrhea, no vomiting. Just have an upset stomach. I've eaten breakfast (oatmeal), and the upset stomach persists.

The doc at the walk-in I went to thinks it's just something viral.

I had a similar thing happen several years ago. For two weeks, I had all the aforementioned symptoms but tested neg for flu, west nile, norovirus, etc.

Weird.

Did they test you for strep?

they did not.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I feel like I’m going to try to run fast and I’m going to either pass out or hate everything.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

"Dad if I can't watch TV then that's stupid and I'll never be your best friend again!"

This reads like a squabble Deb/Argo/Tree/Lenny would have.

Rude!

[wease]

since last night/early evening I've had on/off fever, chills, body aches, and an upset stomach. I tested neg for covid yesterday and neg again for covid as well as flu this morning. No fever, aches, or chills since the early hours this morning. Stomach is still slightly upset.

Not nauseous, no diarrhea, no vomiting. Just have an upset stomach. I've eaten breakfast (oatmeal), and the upset stomach persists.

The doc at the walk-in I went to thinks it's just something viral.

I had a similar thing happen several years ago. For two weeks, I had all the aforementioned symptoms but tested neg for flu, west nile, norovirus, etc.

Weird.

Did they test you for strep?

they did not.

I would recommend it. All your symptoms are also strep symptoms and you can have it without a sore throat.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Here, as well

[BurtReynolds]

It cannot be said enough, but French girls have great accents.

[tree_]

It cannot be said enough, but French girls have great accents.

how do they differ from french males' accents?

[Jorge]

Higher pitch

[tree_]

I didn't really think of pitch as being a feature of an accent

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Okay.

[BurtReynolds]

[tree_]

what does that have to do with how you're feeling?

[BurtReynolds]