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stitchwhichThe Wise Woman, Gentle Readers, learns from things she sees and experiences. Therefore the Wise Woman(1), if she be a mother or wife, would, at some point in her life, learn that a virus has a second site of repose after being vanquished from one's head. That, in fact, the 'flu' isn't over just because the ability to read and understand text is beginning to return and the brain to clear.(2)
So the Wise Woman would know, and actually act on the knowledge, that a Turkey Pot Pie, while certainly smelling very savoury and yummy(3) after days of injesting simply juice and water, is not, in fact, 'clear liquids' and does not, in fact, co-habitate well with the army of virii already taking a marching break on its way out of the system.
The Wise Woman, therefore, would not be sitting up at nearly 1:00am with her lips firmly puckered from hourly bouts of mouthwashing 'to get that taste OUT of THERE', nor would she have to shudder, clutch her tummy, and flee in fear when she spots her husband, much further on the path of Righteous Healing, happily munching away on his 'dinner' of Bugles dragged through Cream Cheese.
(Arn and I are getting better. He's already stopped coughing and is eating his fool head off and starting to look human again. I'm a couple of days behind him. And I don't think I ever want to eat, ever again. Ugh.)
(1) Let me just state for the record that *I* am not a Wise Woman.
(2) Mentally, I can hear AttackLaurel saying, "Bra-innnns" with great relish.
(3) This in itself should indicate that the Wise Woman is no such thing. I plead that the pie was one of those Marie Calender ones and did taste very good when I wasn't ill. Zack talked me into trying them...Really, it wasn't as if it was (shudder) *Swanson's*!
So the Wise Woman would know, and actually act on the knowledge, that a Turkey Pot Pie, while certainly smelling very savoury and yummy(3) after days of injesting simply juice and water, is not, in fact, 'clear liquids' and does not, in fact, co-habitate well with the army of virii already taking a marching break on its way out of the system.
The Wise Woman, therefore, would not be sitting up at nearly 1:00am with her lips firmly puckered from hourly bouts of mouthwashing 'to get that taste OUT of THERE', nor would she have to shudder, clutch her tummy, and flee in fear when she spots her husband, much further on the path of Righteous Healing, happily munching away on his 'dinner' of Bugles dragged through Cream Cheese.
(Arn and I are getting better. He's already stopped coughing and is eating his fool head off and starting to look human again. I'm a couple of days behind him. And I don't think I ever want to eat, ever again. Ugh.)
(1) Let me just state for the record that *I* am not a Wise Woman.
(2) Mentally, I can hear AttackLaurel saying, "Bra-innnns" with great relish.
(3) This in itself should indicate that the Wise Woman is no such thing. I plead that the pie was one of those Marie Calender ones and did taste very good when I wasn't ill. Zack talked me into trying them...Really, it wasn't as if it was (shudder) *Swanson's*!
