The awful illnesses that have infected Studly Doright and I seem to be slowly drawing to an end. I watched a hamburger chain’s advertisement for a double thick steak burger last night without feeling the need to run to the bathroom to puke up the chicken broth I’d just sipped on for an hour. It’s a harbinger of better days to come, just as the first robin signifies Spring’s beginning. Less poetic, but the same.
Studly seems to be coughing less and he doesn’t fade in and out when walking through a room with white painted walls. He’d make a great spy if all the walls in a given location were bone white. Walk right in, seize the classified documents, walk right out.
One of the worst things about being ill at the same time with one’s partner, only with two different types of viruses or infections is that we can’t hug lest we give each other what we’ve got.
“Here, Studly, my love, have a week of puking up everything you even think about wanting to eat.”
“Sure Nana, my goddess, why don’t you enjoy hacking your head off for a change of pace.”
I really need a hug. Studly might need one, too. We’ve patted each other on our respective heads and arms, and then quickly moved to sanitize our hands lest germs be transferred in this manner.
Maybe that’s why last night (in my dreams, of course) I had an intense make out session with Gerard Butler. I woke up feeling immensely more cheerful.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Hugs duly sent from this side of the pond.
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I can almost feel them!
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Glad you’re feeling better!
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Thanks. I am trying.
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Well, your humor is intact!
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Just barely.
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Hugs from Scotland.
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That’s a safe distance! Thanks you!
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It’s where Gerard is from you know. And has been spotted as well! Did I tell you about the time this woman was walking her dog up at Lochearnhead and lo and behold did she no bump into him out for a walk. His parents live in Comrie which is not far from there. We drive that way every time we go to Glencoe.
Believe me, mah eyes have been peeled!!
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Oh wow! I would most likely faint dead away if I were to see him.
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And one from me – a poor substitute for Gerard, I fear
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Aww! Thank you! A hug is always welcome.
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Hugs from the Cloud! I was just where you have been at Christmas for two weeks solid. I empathise enormously. You’re on the way back now though ❤
– Esme sending them swift from upon the Cloud
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Thank you Esme! I’m hoping things are looking up; although, I’ve had a setback this afternoon. 😢
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It’s never a straight path is it? Don’t be too disheartened, it’s on its way out, just needs a boot up the bump on said way! x
– Esme Cloud booting the bug up the arse for Nananoyz
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Fingers crossed!
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Hoping you are both feeling better soon!
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Thank you.
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Glad it’s coming to an end finally. Wish I could conjure up Gerard Butler in my dreams, my dreams are never ever erotic. Wonder what that means in real terms! Hmmm! food for thought.
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Mine seldom are. I was in dire need of affection.
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And who better than Gerard Butler to supply it when Studly is out of action.
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He came to the rescue.
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