Contagion

Since Wednesday I've been almost cripplingly ill. I don't remember ever being so sick.

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The gory (almost) details? I was vomiting and retching all day Wednesday, not to mention the diarrhoea, but the vomit was the worse. I don't recall throwing up being so physically traumatising. It just kept coming. My mum was a real godsend and came over, got me medicine (which I promptly threw up, then had to retch on an empty stomach), tried to keep me comfortable, and eventually took me to her place where she and my brothers live, in a taxi. I spent the rest of the week and the weekend up until now over there. I couldn't do much for the first couple of days except drink water, sleep, and go to the toilet. Since then I've felt my strength returning but it was not an ordeal I'd like to relive. I couldn't walk easily, I was dizzy and suffering from a high temperature and mild hallucinations. Horrible.

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My mum really was a hero though. I can't thank her enough. I just hope work goes well tomorrow. My mobile ran out of battery while I was over at my mums so I couldn't find the number to call work on Friday morning. I'm guessing that the headteacher cottoned on to how sick I was (salmonella I think - a bad chicken from Lidl) and won't childishly penalize me for not calling on Friday morning. I wasn't even awake to call them anyway.

Other than that nothing, of course, has happened. Because I was in bed most of the time... ill. When I got back, yes the house is still a tip. To add insult to injury someone had left uncovered salami in the fridge (which I promptly binned). Luckily someone had thrown the chicken out. On the subject of the house, I'm giving more and more serious thought to at least trying to live on my own. It will mean saving up for a long time though. I might have to wait until June, or maybe as late as July. We'll see. I'm just fed up of certain things which are too depressing to mention in a post already containing bleak content.