There is never a good time to deal with dry heaving, severe intestinal distress, and blood leaving from orifices it oughtn't.
But it's especially a disappointment because today was Imbolc ritual downstairs. Had I been well enough to stand for the duration, I would have been one of the ritual's dragons. A bit of typecasting, perhaps, but still a role I would have loved to play.
At least this time kadyg dragged me out to YubaDocs and I got in and out of the door for $100. The hospital bill from the cat bite is $600 and counting.
More updates when my gut and I have negotiated a peace treaty.