SOOOOO uncool!

So, Pat came down with a cold on Sunday, and I tried to be a reasonably decent caregiver -- I provided medications, fluids, and bland foods.  Yesterday, his head was really congested and he was coughing, and he had a headache.  Poor baby!

Despite my awesome attention as a nurse, I still got cursed with the same malady!  The nerve!  I'm on Day 1, with the periodic opening of my nose-faucet, alternating with the complete stopping of all air through my nose.  Perfect for napping.  I'm not really coughing -- knock on wood.  I'm sure that's tomorrow.

Long story short:  I'm sick!  :-(

I still managed to record my Chapter 4 lectures, so I'm a trooper.  I've been working on my data from my sexual interest study, and I'm completely flummoxed by it. How can men and women be scoring the same way?  I don't understand. . .  I've tightened up everything I can think of across three studies, and I keep getting this weird pattern.  Sigh.

Pat is feeling way better today, but we both took it easy today.  He kicked back on the recliner on the back porch for much of the afternoon.  Aspen's the only truly healthy one, and I'm not comfortable placing our survival in his hands.  LOL

I think Hammy's going feral.  I went to get him last night, and he was sitting in one corner of his cage, where he's kicked out all of his litter.  He was sitting upright on his haunches, front feet tucked up to his chest, with a look like a prairie dog. 

I opened his door and tried to lure him out, but he got one sniff of my hand and fled through his tube to his other cage.  He adopted the same stance in a corner of that cage; I opened the door over there, he sniffed my hand, then recoiled to the back of the cage.  I finally grabbed him (he didn't bite me), and took him to see Pat.  He climbed around a bit, with the overhead lights on so we could see him, and when Pat gestured (causing a shadow to pass over Hammy), Hammy dropped to his stomach and froze -- like a hawk had flown over.  That was pretty cute.  But he didn't really want to explore after that.

I took him down to see Aspen, and he squeezed upward in my hand so that only his lower hips were in my hand, then froze in that position.  It was really weird.  I put him back in his cage, and he fled for miles in his wheel.  I think he misses his Mommy!