Uuurgh
I'm siiiiiiick. I spent most of last night chucking my guts up and now am tucked up in bed, feeling really sore and headachey and like my guts are in knots (though I don't think I'll be doing more communing with the great white telephone). I don't even have panadol to make my head feel better and I'm too scared to actually eat anything or drink more than a sip of water at a time.
I HATE throwing up. HATE it. Last night was the first time in years and it was just as awful as I remember and it always makes me shake and cry and want to curl up into a ball and die. Luckily my roommate was FANTASTIC and sat with me for a bit and gave me a hotwater bottle and water to drink. She is the best roomie ever.
So last night I had basically the most rubbish sleep ever - I spent a lot of it sitting or lying out in the corridor so I wouldn't disturb Chels or puke in my room or anything. When I finally trusted myself enough to go back to bed, I couldn't get comfortable for more than three seconds straight and kept waking up and so I've had very little sleep. I would love to sleep but I can't - my head and my stomach hurt too much.
So yeah, this post is mainly just me being Whiney McWhineykins. But if you had to explain to your RA this morning how you threw up on the carpet in the corridor, you'd feel entitled to a whinge too.
Mum is still in Welly for a couple of hours so she's coming to visit me and look after me. This is good. The moment I get even vaguely queasy, the first thing I want is my mum to look after me.
I HATE throwing up. HATE it. Last night was the first time in years and it was just as awful as I remember and it always makes me shake and cry and want to curl up into a ball and die. Luckily my roommate was FANTASTIC and sat with me for a bit and gave me a hotwater bottle and water to drink. She is the best roomie ever.
So last night I had basically the most rubbish sleep ever - I spent a lot of it sitting or lying out in the corridor so I wouldn't disturb Chels or puke in my room or anything. When I finally trusted myself enough to go back to bed, I couldn't get comfortable for more than three seconds straight and kept waking up and so I've had very little sleep. I would love to sleep but I can't - my head and my stomach hurt too much.
So yeah, this post is mainly just me being Whiney McWhineykins. But if you had to explain to your RA this morning how you threw up on the carpet in the corridor, you'd feel entitled to a whinge too.
Mum is still in Welly for a couple of hours so she's coming to visit me and look after me. This is good. The moment I get even vaguely queasy, the first thing I want is my mum to look after me.