Uuuurrrggghhh...
May. 12th, 2007 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabremeisterSo...
Friday evening, did my weekly shopping, got some opal fruits to eat on the way home. Four hours later, settled down to watch a DVD with my dinner, garlic & herb pasta things. Before the end of the film, I'd thrown up. Just made it to the toilet in time.
Went to bed, still queasy. Got up in the morning, still queasy. Had a vitamin pill and lots of water (try and settle my stomach). Was reading in my room when I smell my landlady's breakfast bacon frying. I didn't make it to the toilet in time, so I stuck my head out of the window and barfed onto the sort-of-conservatory-thing. I didn't know my stomach had that much capacity. Just the water and 0.1mol hydrochloric acid, no lumps. I felt strangely better.
Sluiced the mess into the gutter with plenty of water and dettol, then was just finishing my book when I got a text. Bad news. So I spend half an hour on the phone discussing things. It is becoming increasingly clear that I might be sharing a flat with two people who don't really want me there anyway.
Had a shower, still a little light-headed. Had some things to take care of in South Harrow before I went to the NaNoWriMo meet. Got on the bus. Terrible. The traffic was worse than weekday stuff. I got out at the Target roundabout, a little over halfway there. I walked to South Harrow, with rain both intermittent and heavy. Took me 45 mins, would normally have taken 35.
Legs nearly falling off, still feeling sick, I find that the shop I want is no longer there - or if it is, it's closed for the afternoon. Bugger. So I sit on the steps of the tube station for ten minutes, looking at the A-Z to see if there's a shot way home that won't involve me barfing again. I settle for tube to Uxbridge, bus from there. I wouldn't have made it to the NaNoWriMo meet without bugling, but I did make it to Uxbridge feeling rather good. Then the bus nearly undid it all.
Anyway, home now, legs falling off, slight backache, headache, not noticeably queasy, but decidedly hungry. I'm probably going to sleep it off, see how I feel tomorrow.
Friday evening, did my weekly shopping, got some opal fruits to eat on the way home. Four hours later, settled down to watch a DVD with my dinner, garlic & herb pasta things. Before the end of the film, I'd thrown up. Just made it to the toilet in time.
Went to bed, still queasy. Got up in the morning, still queasy. Had a vitamin pill and lots of water (try and settle my stomach). Was reading in my room when I smell my landlady's breakfast bacon frying. I didn't make it to the toilet in time, so I stuck my head out of the window and barfed onto the sort-of-conservatory-thing. I didn't know my stomach had that much capacity. Just the water and 0.1mol hydrochloric acid, no lumps. I felt strangely better.
Sluiced the mess into the gutter with plenty of water and dettol, then was just finishing my book when I got a text. Bad news. So I spend half an hour on the phone discussing things. It is becoming increasingly clear that I might be sharing a flat with two people who don't really want me there anyway.
Had a shower, still a little light-headed. Had some things to take care of in South Harrow before I went to the NaNoWriMo meet. Got on the bus. Terrible. The traffic was worse than weekday stuff. I got out at the Target roundabout, a little over halfway there. I walked to South Harrow, with rain both intermittent and heavy. Took me 45 mins, would normally have taken 35.
Legs nearly falling off, still feeling sick, I find that the shop I want is no longer there - or if it is, it's closed for the afternoon. Bugger. So I sit on the steps of the tube station for ten minutes, looking at the A-Z to see if there's a shot way home that won't involve me barfing again. I settle for tube to Uxbridge, bus from there. I wouldn't have made it to the NaNoWriMo meet without bugling, but I did make it to Uxbridge feeling rather good. Then the bus nearly undid it all.
Anyway, home now, legs falling off, slight backache, headache, not noticeably queasy, but decidedly hungry. I'm probably going to sleep it off, see how I feel tomorrow.
