Yuck

I'm ill. Proper old-fashioned ill in a way i've not been in ages. 

Last night I went to bed feeling a little bit odd, and realised I couldn't lay on my side because my tummy hurt...

It felt like something was "stuck", like I'd somehow managed to swallow a helium balloon and it wasn't sure whether it wanted to go up or down.

Stared at the walls for a few hours. At 2am I had a hot bath, which felt good and relived the pain. Then tried to make myself sick because it felt like whatever was down there should really either put up or shut up and let me sleep, but to no avail. Then had another hot bath cos it seemed to at least "something to do". Then watchded the sun come up, and got ready for work.

Spoke briefly to my two work colleagues who were in. They agreed that the crazed, dishevelled and sleep-deprived person infront of them should really go home.

So I did, and then I was specacularly sick, my stomach finally coming to the same conclusion as I had that whatever it was trying to process wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Then I crashed in bed. I woke up about 20 minutes ago. It's dark. I feel a bit better, hopefully well enough to meet up with Jane tomorrow, who's also a bit ill, bless her.

So that was my day. fun huh?