Yesterday was our coldest June day for 27 years. It was -1 overnight here. Not that I'd have noticed. I was burning up with a shivering fever and walking around in my singlet and undies. You know when you can't stand to have anything touching your skin? I must have picked up a bug somewhere. It was like I was perfectly fine eating my egg on toast one minute then five minutes later I had the most awful feeling of nausea you can imagine. I can tell you now it'll be a while before I can eat an egg again, even though I know that didn't make me sick. Just have that association now.
I thought I might have had a reaction to my hepatitis injection because I had this rash all over my face and chest as well. But Lizzie has had a vomit bug so maybe I got it from her.
Not that I vomit mind you. I refuse to vomit. And I know people say they feel better when they vomit but that's not really true. You only feel better for about 10 minutes, then you just feel like shit again. Except you also have vomit stuck in your nose and a nasty taste in your throat and sore tummy muscles.
This is why I found myself sitting on the toilet in my singlet and undies at 3am in -1 temperatures repeating over and over – mind over matter, mind over matter. And it was quite a feat, because the matter was determined to get out. But the mind won. Then I had to go back to bed and lie there like a statue and not make one movement.
You know I was being such a baby at the doctors about getting a needle on Monday that the nurse gave me a dip into the lolly jar. And I really can't believe that I had one. Because if there's ever a place where you're likely to pick up a germ, the kids lolly jar at the doctors surgery is probably up there in the top five. Because they never take the top one do they, they fossick about for the one they want.
But I'm feeling ok again today. But it's bloody cold and I can feel it today.
Now I just have to work out the best thing to eat after 36 hours of no food at all. Hmmmm – not egg.