This was me yesterday, a tad green about the gills, not quite at my best….
Coffee with Lovely Lis on Tuesday and she was telling me how all her family have been struck down by the dreaded 24 hour bug. Oh the sickness, yucky tummies, wobbly knees and general malaise. Sounded hellish.
It sounded (and felt) even more hellish when it was me doing the Toilet Tango all through the night. Me camping with a book in the loo as it wasn’t worth heading back to bed for fear of the next eruption (from both ends – I know way too much information) and me who was as weak as a kitten and clutching the walls for support.
The headbanger bongos going on in my skull were something to behold in the morning. For someone used to the after-effects (very rarely of course girls, you know me) of the odd glass of Chardonnay, this head pounding was something akin to having dived into a vat of vino and not only drank the stuff but sucked it in through every pore. My head felt like it was bouncing from one wall to the next with a fun little floor bounce in the middle just to keep me on my toes/knees.
Yesterday being the general strike and schools being off meant I had my Elf and Safety around for company.
“Yuck, what happened to you Mum?”, don’t you love that cheering and confidence building compliment first thing in the morning when you’ve been throwing up all night and said person has slept through the entire thing oblivious to your agonising distress and piteous mewings for help from the bathroom next-door?
Resist temptation to give her full graphic detail blow by blow account of my endless night and just come up with the standard Mum type line, “Nothing really, just a dodgy tum”. Classic understatement at it’s best, we mothers are good at this sort of thing.
Day spent on sofa with all doors open for easy access to loo should unfortunate situation arise again.
Day spent watching dvds and feeling totally useless.
Day spent just getting by.
Day spent just getting better.
Today is a huge improvement. Still a little weak about the knees, but I’ve gone from Kermit green to my usual Karon pink in the face department. I am trusting myself to move further from the loo and have made it to my desk this morning – long may it last, I might even be able to look at food today.
The first day of December certainly feels better for me than the last day of November did.