Ironically, while we are rodent-sitting a friend’s hamster, I’m the one who has come down with wet tail.
Oh, was I sick last night. Starting around dinnertime, I made better than a baker’s dozen trips to the bathroom before I lost count. My final visit, about 1:45 a.m., culminated with a party in my bathroom to which every fluid was invited.
Good thing I only had a peach for supper.
Fortunately, after blood, toil, tears and sweat, that was my last visit for the night, although I remained uncomfortable with muscle pain and sleepless for the most part.
My affliction appears to be a 12-hour virus, because my GI tract feels fine this morning.