I’m really glad right now that my life is fairly free of commitments other than those relating to parenting. I’m just happy I don’t have any shifts to attend on the ward, because I’m too busy trying to manage hot and cold sweats.
Thankfully I don’t have any curatorial proposals to put forth or the reorganization of any accounts to complete because I have a killer migraine and a pocket of blood vessels behind my left eye that feels about to rupture.
SO glad I don’t have to think about the responsibility of designing a building or studying for a medical exam (or considering which way I should write-myself-off for flunking out) coz I’m too busy loosing 3 liters at a time outta my back passage.
I feel like I’ve got about a gallon of froth from babycinos in my stomach. Except a tad more acidic and toxic than milk froth.
Bubby has had plenty of good reason to practice his new word: “Burp!”
Okay, so… I succumbed, I've joined the legions of the Runny-bums.
(But I promise I won’t write about this anymore – the novelty of being sick has just worn off.)
5 comments:
Oh you poor thing!!!! That sound positively gross and yechy - I hope you're over this nasty bug soon. GET WELL SOON KISSES!
Argh poor you. I hope it's one of those 24 hour things that leave as suddenly as they appear.
Looking forward to reading that you're all better-er again!
That sounds terrible Nad, I was thinking of catching up with you this weekend but it sounds like I am best to keep away.
Arrh, thanks Lovlies, I'm all good now. I'm cheerin'.
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