A couple of nights ago, I sat up and wrote about the blissful heat. Pride really does come before a fall.
The next night in the space of an hour I went from messing about with my house mates to quite literally throwing my insides up and becoming a sweaty shivering mess.
Too much information? Apologies, I’ve spent a lot time with guy friends recently and they find all bodily functions hilarious,
For example Danny : Hey, how you doing?
Me : Better, actually managed to keep
Danny : Bet it comes back up as lunch in an
Four days later, I never want to see dry toast, flat 7-up or sunshine ever again. Vomiting bugs are never fun, when it’s the hottest week of the year and there are no cold spots anywhere. Like I said..pride…fall.
On the bright side ( no pun intended, I threw my sense of humour up 2 days ago ) not being able to move leaves plenty of time for, well, arsing about on the internet actually.
Downloading new music is always great, stumbling upon new artists, the ones where you just have to stop and listen always give me buzz.
So much so that sometimes I forget old loves, the songs I listened to when I was 15 and NOBODY UNDERSTOOD. The ones that were on my first iPod, not necessarily classics. Just my classics
“Some things in this world
Man, they don’t make sense
Some things you don’t need
Until they leave you
And they’re things that you miss ”
– Bright Lights, Matchbox Twenty
Nothing nurses you through a bad few days quite like it. That and my wonderful ridiculous friends,
*No breakfast did not come back up as lunch