St. John's MPreg
Plague Monkey news update: solid foods are back in style. I'll rejoice when I stop stuffing my mouth. Granted, with my lips still healing, it all has to be bite-sized, but it's amazing how much you can still eat when you simply carve it up into tiny blocks. This must be how Legovores taste the world.
Aaaand, in the last few days, a couple of curious yet familiar blisters appeared on my hands. Ominously familiar ones. The last time I saw these, I'd been knocked flat on my ass in a similar fashion...by
Hand Foot & Mouth. Suddenly a lot of the other symptoms make sense. (I was certain I've never bit my tongue in my sleep before, but hey, there's a first time for anything.) Looks like it came back for round 2, though happily my immune system seemed to perform better on the rematch. Hey, at least this time I didn't miss work from being too sick to do anything beyond sleep in a piss-poor style, so that's a plus in my books.
If there's ever a round 3, God forbid, my body had better kick that virus' ass. And offer free popcorn for the spectacle. You're all invited, but you'll have to supply your own butter.
But onto other things. Today I got to miss work for the Head Office-approved reason of renewing my St. John's Ambulance CPR course. Aside from the meeting room we were situated in being right directly behind an in-mall ice rink (and I literally mean right behind: if we looked out the windows, we could see the benches the teams sat on), which makes a nastily cold day even colder no matter how many sweaters you've got, I rather enjoyed it. I got paid to sit down and not fraternize with customers, our instructor was very enjoyable, the course material was worth learning...and I got to be pregnant.
You boggle, I see. There's a legitimate reason for this happening. At least one beyond the usual "random act of fangirl at the keyboard."
At one point, I was "volunteered" to be pregnant for a demonstration of how to assist specific types of choking victims. Hey, I was amused. It made the situation even funnier when our instructor told the woman Hiemliching me, "No, that's too high, you have to reach around him just below the nipple line."
Where else in this blog can you have other people talk about my nipples? (And not in a disparaging "put a shirt back on, you're scaring the cat" sort of way either.)
Labels: hand foot and mouth 2 (the mouthening), how to save a choking MPreg
posted by Phillip at 8:52 PM
