I think I have E. coli. Not the lethal version, mind, but it still sucks. I got some sort of stomach flu, or maybe it was food poisoning, on Thursday night (notable food consumed for dinner: salad, harbinger of all things illness related). When the accompanying lethargy finally lifted somewhat Friday evening, we went out to this famous local burger place. I told Jack to order mine well done, because I had no interest in taking chances with my food after going through the crap (take that however literally you would like to) I had gone through the night before. So Jack goes and orders it medium, because that was what was recommended on the menu. Despite me explicitly saying, "I know medium is recommended, but I want it well done, because I'm not taking chances, given that I'm still not feeling so great." (And yes, I normally order my own food, but this place was the sort where you order up at the counter, and it was really crowded, so Meghan and I held seats for us while Jack went and did the ordering. Incidentally, he also ordered my burger with American cheese despite my explicit instructions to go with cheddar. He knows how I think American cheese is processed crap, so why on earth would he think I want it? *sigh*) Well, anyway, the burger came back more like medium rare, and not being the sort of person who returns food, I sucked it up and ate it anyway. And have been sick ever since.

So I'm not sure if it was the salad Thursday night, the burger Friday night, both, or just some completely non-food-related stroke of bad luck, but yeah, I'm not doing so great when it comes to the good ol' digestive tract, and that's making me lethargic and dehydrated. Thankfully, it's definitely not my chronic intestinal condition come back to haunt me; I know the signs of that one, and these are not even close to them. This is more like what happened 10 years ago after I ate a restaurant salad (note a pattern here?), and after blood tests and whatnot, my GI doc said he thought it was E. coli, and he prescribed me an antibiotic, which solved the problem. I've got an appointment with him on Wednesday afternoon, so I'm just going to hang in there until then. It's not dire, but it's not fun either, especially when you have a small, but very energetic, child crawling all over your home.

The good news is that Meghan is finally napping! Consistently! Without hours of screaming! After a few days in which Jack and I were really strict about putting her down in the afternoon when we knew she was tired and letting her cry herself to sleep without checking in on her at all (apparently that last part was key!), she now allows us to put her in her crib for a nap. Oh, she complains, but it lasts for maybe 30 seconds max, and not even that much, and then once we're out of the room, she pulls up her lamb doll, lays her head on it, and goes to sleep. She doesn't seem to nap for much more than 40 minutes to an hour but it's something, and I'll take it!

Speaking of sleep, I've been having the most retarded-ass dreams. In one of them, I wasn't sure who Meghan's father was (I think I've been watching too much Maury...); it was between an old friend from high school who has since made it to some degree on Broadway and in Hollywood (he was the choice I was hoping for) or...wait for it...WILLIAM SHATNER. WHAT. THE. HELL. Apparently, I didn't think it was important to have a family discount on Priceline. I blame the E. coli. And Canada. (Hey, it works! William Shatner is Canadian!)