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Where's the conga line?
Oh my, despite treating my parents like lepers the bug has got me, puking in a most impressive and dramatic way with not a soul holding my head or stomach for me ( although Sophie did ask very sweetly is I was OK and did I need anything?) For which, actually I am very grateful, as much as I adore being shown that I am loved, I'll settle for H buying me beautiful flowers or at least a mars bar on tuesday and keep my vomiting to myself!
It's 3.25am and I still haven't been to sleep, feeling a bit better but everything aches from such wretched wretching and I'm feeling sorry for myself, although I do have a lovely book to read so maybe I will go and do that in my lovely fresh smelling newly washed bed. Night night all.
It's 3.25am and I still haven't been to sleep, feeling a bit better but everything aches from such wretched wretching and I'm feeling sorry for myself, although I do have a lovely book to read so maybe I will go and do that in my lovely fresh smelling newly washed bed. Night night all.
posted by The other me | 3:21 am
4 Comments:
Oh heavens...tummy sickenss is no good. Sorry your suffereing! Hope you feel better soon.....
Oh hugs and healing thought sent your way sweets!
I hope you are feeling better soon Helen. Stomach flu is the worst. :(d
No, No, No - Didn't you get the memo? Mum's are not permitted to be sick except for alternating Tuesdays, in March, in a Leap year, provided it corresponds with a full moon, and the planets are aligned correctly.
this will never do.
Get better soon.
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