600 mg of ibuprofen for him, a big fat anxiety attack for me
Awwww, dudes. Remember when Iain was in the hospital?
Yeah. He’s sick again like that. Fortunately he was able to see the doctor instead of having to rely on the E.R., like last time, but the basic diagnosis is the same: Some sort of virus will continue kicking his ass, hard, for the next 7-10 days.
Poor guy. Right now he’s just a miserable lump of misery, and this particular roller coaster usually dips pretty low into Pain Lake before climbing back up again.
Also, it looks like I may have to make this Memorial Day Weekend eight-hours-one-way road trip without him. Just me and Owen. Eight hours. In the car. Without him.
Anyone fancy a beer?
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Oh man. The solo car trip. I feel your pain.
And I hope Iain feels better soon.
ugh. feel better soon, iain!
yuck! poor iain, poor you!
8 hour trip? yikes! but, you can do it, don’t fret, family is at the other end.
Drinks are on us in Perrysburg—or in Columbus, and we’ll drive the rest of the way. Really.
I hope Iain recovers quickly. For you, lots of coffee along the way and lots of beer once you arrive.
Thanks for stopping by - glad you enjoyed the Alpha post. A little pseudo-intellectual research to satisfy my curiosity (and others’ too).
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that was all my good-health-and-roadtrip-mix-cd vibes, use them wisely. you can call me on your drive if you need to stay awake.
See, this is why I need a cell phone.
Thank you for the vibes, HVM. I like seeing them pictorially represented.
and thanks for the good wishes, everybody. I’m sure Iain thanks you, too.
Eight hours? Oh God. That’s rough. Have a safe trip and hope Iain is well soon.
if you dip a bit south on your way home monday morning then brunch will be on me!!!