Woe is me: rl
So after spending a horrible 2 days at a very boring conference, sleeping in a hotel room that resembled something from Faulty Towers (concrete pillows, dreadful food and a hotel manager that had never heard of the term 'customer service'...) I came home to find a tip of house (not surprised really, my husband lovely though he may be, is not domesticated in any shape or form) and a huge hug from my daughter *beams* and a grunt from my teenage son *sigh*.
And a case of the dreaded D&V.
I started feeling ill on Friday, with backache, headache and a churning stomach. Started throwing up on Saturday which continued into the night. I missed Doctor Who *Sob* but its recorded so I shall be watching it shortly.
I cannot believe how tired I am; in between throwing up on Saturday I did nothing but sleep and shiver, same today and its only now as its got into the evening that I have started to feel a little better.
So I've had a long hot bath and have burnt out Doctor Who and will be retiring to my bed to watch it in a minute. I am planning on taking a sickie for tomorrow; I think I deserve it after putting up with Basil Fawltey et al and his Salmonella breakfast.
*Contemplates sending a strongly worded email to the hotel owners*
And a case of the dreaded D&V.
I started feeling ill on Friday, with backache, headache and a churning stomach. Started throwing up on Saturday which continued into the night. I missed Doctor Who *Sob* but its recorded so I shall be watching it shortly.
I cannot believe how tired I am; in between throwing up on Saturday I did nothing but sleep and shiver, same today and its only now as its got into the evening that I have started to feel a little better.
So I've had a long hot bath and have burnt out Doctor Who and will be retiring to my bed to watch it in a minute. I am planning on taking a sickie for tomorrow; I think I deserve it after putting up with Basil Fawltey et al and his Salmonella breakfast.
*Contemplates sending a strongly worded email to the hotel owners*