I swear the worst thing about living along is not having anyone to look after me when I'm poorly. I got so used to mum being there when I was throwing up, bringing me a glass of cold water and a cool flannel on the back of my neck. Only now... nope, just me.
I got some kind of bug. Started running to the loo about 1am, spent bascally the next 4 hours in the bathroom, emptying out of both ends. Throw in all my joints aching, my asthma flaring up, my temperature floating around the 100 mark and my head thumping... yeah. I stayed awake long enough to call work, call my mum and then went back to sleep. Woke up around 2pm, feeling freezing, sweating my tits off, dehydrated. I downed a couple glasses of water, took a shower.. then sat down for half hour. Took my ass down to Tesco to get some crackers and some Lucozade - and confirmed that Lucozade is still one of the most vile tasting substances on Earth but damn it helps.
I'm having an X-Files kinda afternoon, and feeling really old. I'm watching S1 so it's a good 20 years old now and I remember watching it as a pre-teen. *sigh* It also LOOKS really old - the fashion, make-up, hair, cars, technology...