So we're better now, mostly. Josiah was having adverse effects from the Metronidazole (turns out it's a bit of a rampant colon cleanser. Who knew?), but we're both safely on Cipro and resting our eyes out.
We slept all/most/majority of yesterday, which I feel bad for, but was unable to really do anything about it. It's much easier to collapse in a bed full of cozies than lose myself in a sweaty city. I guess it was our day off and I recall fun talks of gardens and pb&j picnics before sickness set in. Oh well.
Today we awoke all the same, a bit more rested, harnessing a bit more strength. We set out early for some salty comfort snacks and strong antibiotics. We dressed in our finest (Josiah wearing jeans, belt, t-shirt, SHOES and SOCKS!), setting off around 7:30 in high hopes, high spirits. We walked to Civil Lines, crossed over to the exit for the other side of the street only to find the Exchange Store closed. The doritos and coke would have to wait. And if they weren't open, neither was the chemist. So we walked back, thoroughly exhausted and ready for bed, ridding ourselves of thick clothing and regaining homeostasis.. choosing not to be awake and out the door until almost 1pm. This time, we braved Kashmere Gate for the beloved California Burgers and coke. It was nice to sit. Watch. Eat.
(I just watched Josiah kill Jiminy Cricket with an empty water bottle.....after succeeding, he returned once again to playing Vice City and singing Outkast to himself)
Now it's off to bed again. Dirty feet. Tired eyes.
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