Hot Sauce, a Broken Pot and the Flu

 

Someone is about to get squirted for being on the countertops again!

   Last night was a rough one all the way around.  I put up a garland complete with fairy lights on our old hutch.  Doofy eyed it like it was prey.  He was told no and seemed to lose interest so we finally went to bed around 11:30 p.m..  Jeff had not been feeling well all day so we had taken it easy and watched lots of movies.  At 12.30 a.m. I heard some banging and very distinct munching sounds.  I sprang out of bed to find Doofy eating the bottom part of the garland.  He had shorted out last year's garland by chewing on it so this was the new and improved version.  I surveyed the damage and quickly calculated a plan.  I got out the hot sauce and a pastry brush and painted the lower parts where he could reach it easily with hot sauce.  I then went back to bed.

   After finally having just dozed off, I was rudely jolted out of sleep by a crashing sound.  CRUD!  I came out to find my favorite flowerpot that I stored up on the very top and at the very back of the tall hutch shattered and dirt everywhere on my antique buffet that sits next to the hutch.  Yes, I still had dirt in it because after Doofy ate my beloved Christmas cactus from out now deceased Grandma Ann, I had just put it up there hopefully out of his reach.  Apparently, not to be thwarted by my hot sauce basted garland ends, he decided to jump up on top of the hutch to feast on the plastic (yes, he is supposedly allergic to plastic) middle of the garland and wiggled his big butt so much in delight that he moved the cherished pot over and off the edge.  Jeff said he would clean it all up in the morning and for us to head back to bed. I picked up the pieces of shattered pottery before heading back to bed because I did not want anyone to get hurt and figured we could deal with the rest of the mess in the morning.  By this time, Jeff was feeling even worse and was tossing a turning in bed.  Doofy cat, knowing he was in big time trouble came in and curled up next to me in bed in an effort to let me know he was sorry.  I forgave him...I always do.

   Now that I was fully awake again, I could not get back to sleep so I got up.  I was going to clean up all the dirt but it was everywhere and I needed a vacuum to do a good job of it.  I did not think Jeff would appreciate me running a vacuum at 2:00 in the morning.  I put on some YouTube videos and learned how to make several different kinds of baked goods.  I headed back to bed around 4 a.m. and Jeff was not doing well and was really restless. My fibromyalgia was starting to flare at this point and my legs were aching but I finally dozed off around 5 ish.  At 5:30 a.m. I woke up to find that my hubby was in the bathroom and was feeling even worse with stomach cramps.  He was in there for about 45 minutes and finally came back to bed.  He and I both finally feel asleep after more tossing and turning, but I kept waking up to check on him.  

   Around 9 a.m., after finally falling into a restful sleep, I was awoken by the sound of someone loudly throwing up and it was not a cat coughing up a hairball.  It was then official, my poor hubby had the flu.  😟  This man can handle just about anything but throwing up.  Oh he was so miserable.  I got him some water and then called his employer to let them know what was going on so they could sent one of the sons of the owner home to sleep so that he could cover Jeff's route Monday night.  I then sent Jeff back to bed where he slept until I woke him at 4 p.m. so that he could get something to drink and be up for a bit before heading back to bed.  He drank some water, watched a little TV and was back in bed all within 2 1/2 hours.  Poor guy is no longer throwing up but his body aches and he has a bad headache.

   While Jeff slept today I took the movies back to the library, and picked up the mail.  I did not get all the dirt vacuumed up because I did not want to wake Jeff.  I picked up all the dog and cat fur from our shedding furbabies and threw that in the trash.  I finished laundry and got my pillows and a quilt out so I can sleep on the couch tonight so that Jeff can spread out on our bed and hopefully the cats will sleep with me on the couch and not on the bed with him.  I am praying that he will feel better in the morning and that I do not get this.  My menu plan went out the window and I checked to make sure that we have lots of seltzer water, 7Up, and some vitamin waters along with crackers, jello, bananas, bread for toast and applesauce on hand.  I do have homemade and canned chicken noodle soup too.  I will have to see how Jeff is doing tomorrow and call in again for him if he is still sick.  At this point I am thinking he is going to need another night off because he was running a fever when he headed back to bed a little while ago.  My poor hubby...I feel so bad for him.