Same symptoms, different disease.
In other cheerful news: early this morning a clot formed in Karen's arm, obstructing the vein where the PICC line is inserted. So she is in a lot of pain, there's swelling in that arm, and the PICC line has been removed. Which means she's back to having "the needle people" come and try to find her veins.
Since both my wife and I were sick much of the afternoon, childcare services were provided by the doting grandparents and the other sister while we lay in bed. Not moving seemed to help. At one point I laughed at something my wife said, and then it hurt because the diaphragm muscle moves when I laugh. I tried to say, "It hurts to laugh." That made me laugh more. Luckily, the series died down after a while.
Oh, also, I bottled that batch of Rickard's Red Style (I) from four weeks ago and it's quite possible that the whole batch was contaminated with mold. I bottled it anyway but I'm planning to check it soon.
I've also noticed that I'm becoming increasingly whiny.
One thing I've learned about myself in the past weeks is that I have vast, untapped reserves of puerility saved up against the day that we have children. I'm going to be one of those dads with an endless supply of embarassing comments, butt and fart jokes, and risque song parodies.
An example: Karen's four-year-old son (we'll call him Jason) attends Yamaha music class, which at that age is focused on playing simple tunes on the piano, and singing simple to moderately complex songs. One such song is "Hopping Bunnies," with first verse Bunnies hopping, hopping all around... and second verse Bunnies thumping, thumping all around....
Therefore, for your enjoyment, I present Exhibit A:
Bunnies humping, humping all around
Little bunnies humping, humping on the ground
One is so fast, one is slow
With ____ wiggling as they go
Hump hump! Hump hump! Hump hump!
At least once so far I have accidentally sung 'humping' in place of 'thumping' in verse 2.
Please, someone: save me from myself.