simmo wrote:Fuck, Chris, that toe looks really painful...
Dindon caught some brutal virus on Christmas Eve that saw her vomiting multiple times, diaretic and actually made her pass out twice. She's only just recovered from it, after giving it to her best friend who'd come round to look after her. Said friend went down with it on the morning of Boxing Day, a few hours before she had to fly back to France.
Not surprsiingly then, I had a sense of foreboding when I woke up at 4am this morning in a cold sweat, shivering and feeling nauseous. I felt really fucking weird in the head too - I think the temperature was making me delirious, there were all these bizarre stream of consciousness thoughts running through my mind and I kept thinking I was Mike Ashley, the owner of Newcastle football club - a remnant of the dream I was having before waking or something? Dunno, but it was pretty horrible. Anyhow, I spent an hour like that before having to rise suddenly andand go and violently vomit my guts up in the toilet. I eventually got back to sleep, but woke up three more times to violent exits from the other end. Right now I'm sat in bed, feeling shakey and having terrible stomach cramps. I've got five guests staying at the moment from France, and I can't even get out of bed to offer them a cup of tea, as I reckon I'd just vom on them instead. I just told them about last night, and have had to leave them to fend for themselves - something I feel shitty about, but what can I do?
New Year's Eve 2007 is shaping up nicely then. Alone and ill in bed, anyone? Please excuse the self-pity, but I feel acutely miserable.
You caught French from them. God help you.
