The Plagues!
Dec. 20th, 2006 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaSo, I came home to like . . . the plagues.
Everyone is sick. Neil's apparently been out of school since not this Monday, but last Monday, with a high, high fever, and just now he's started coughing, apparently. Dad's gotten it, too, but more recently, and his fever's not as high. Tory's a hypochondriac (she's also got lymphoma, breast cancer, lice, and a hernia, presently), but she also claims that she's feeling woozy and sick-ish. Mom's been attending to them so frazzledly that there's been absolutely no Christmas shopping done, apparently . . .
(They're going in to the doctor, tomorrow, to find out if hopefully it's just a bacteria infection, which can be treated with antibiotics-- which can also be administered to the rest of us, to prevent us from catching it in Switzerland /-: I suspect we all shall be sadly disappointed, as Neil's class has been more than decimated by the plague O.o so, yeah . . . just as long as they don't get that bitchy nurse I got when I had to go in for my throat thing over two summers ago where I started crying because I hadn't eaten for four days and now faced the prospect of even more starvation and America's Next Top Model marathons-- the only show on television I knew they would never show food during :-P-- and she was like "SUCK IT UP ZOMG BABY!!!")
On top of that, Cass County exploded. Yesterday, apparently, a natural gas pipeline exploded one county north of here (where our lake cottage is), and it was heard three counties in all directions and even made the local airport towers shake. It killed one person, and let up a stream of debris that many locals mistook as a tornado (I would have-- I definitely saw the front-page picture, first, and definitely thought that's what it was, lol . . . ).
This is like the time the really minor earthquake hit, before I was born (Mom: "Scott, did you just drive into the back wall of the garage?" Dad: "Holly, I think something's wrong with my car!"), or Acro-Pac exploded (Mom: "Girls, what did you break down there?" Tory and I: "Mom, did Neil just fall out of his crib?"), I guess. Also perhaps like the time the pipeline beneath Main Street downtown freaking caught on fire, or when the train spilled toxic waste everywhere, and my generation found out about it by reading our Economics book, which had a case study about a little similarly train-intense town in like Nebraska or someplace trying "to prevent the tragic spill like that which had occured one year earlier in Elkhart, IN."
Ahh, Elkhart . . . Pssh, as if we couldn't expect to be blighted, lol . . .
Edit (9:25 pm): Now my throat/nose area feels stuffy. All Neil and Dad have got is a fever-- chills, lethargy, etc . . . I bet I paranoid myself into believing I'm sick so much that I actually get sick . . .
Everyone is sick. Neil's apparently been out of school since not this Monday, but last Monday, with a high, high fever, and just now he's started coughing, apparently. Dad's gotten it, too, but more recently, and his fever's not as high. Tory's a hypochondriac (she's also got lymphoma, breast cancer, lice, and a hernia, presently), but she also claims that she's feeling woozy and sick-ish. Mom's been attending to them so frazzledly that there's been absolutely no Christmas shopping done, apparently . . .
(They're going in to the doctor, tomorrow, to find out if hopefully it's just a bacteria infection, which can be treated with antibiotics-- which can also be administered to the rest of us, to prevent us from catching it in Switzerland /-: I suspect we all shall be sadly disappointed, as Neil's class has been more than decimated by the plague O.o so, yeah . . . just as long as they don't get that bitchy nurse I got when I had to go in for my throat thing over two summers ago where I started crying because I hadn't eaten for four days and now faced the prospect of even more starvation and America's Next Top Model marathons-- the only show on television I knew they would never show food during :-P-- and she was like "SUCK IT UP ZOMG BABY!!!")
On top of that, Cass County exploded. Yesterday, apparently, a natural gas pipeline exploded one county north of here (where our lake cottage is), and it was heard three counties in all directions and even made the local airport towers shake. It killed one person, and let up a stream of debris that many locals mistook as a tornado (I would have-- I definitely saw the front-page picture, first, and definitely thought that's what it was, lol . . . ).
This is like the time the really minor earthquake hit, before I was born (Mom: "Scott, did you just drive into the back wall of the garage?" Dad: "Holly, I think something's wrong with my car!"), or Acro-Pac exploded (Mom: "Girls, what did you break down there?" Tory and I: "Mom, did Neil just fall out of his crib?"), I guess. Also perhaps like the time the pipeline beneath Main Street downtown freaking caught on fire, or when the train spilled toxic waste everywhere, and my generation found out about it by reading our Economics book, which had a case study about a little similarly train-intense town in like Nebraska or someplace trying "to prevent the tragic spill like that which had occured one year earlier in Elkhart, IN."
Ahh, Elkhart . . . Pssh, as if we couldn't expect to be blighted, lol . . .
Edit (9:25 pm): Now my throat/nose area feels stuffy. All Neil and Dad have got is a fever-- chills, lethargy, etc . . . I bet I paranoid myself into believing I'm sick so much that I actually get sick . . .
