So on I battled, but I still had
this bug lodged in the back of my throat. In the past I’ve traditionally been
much worse at Christmas and often I just want to sit and rest. But on I carried;
right through to Boxing Day; though I opted out of going for a drink with my
friends on Christmas Eve Eve as I had a late finish at work and an early start
the next day. At one point I wondered if I’d got a bit of Pringle stuck inside
my throat, and I could even taste bacon at times. But then on Boxing Day
evening after eating some leftover bubble & squeak, my two-year-old niece
decided to spew. She didn’t have much to eat; but she might have had a bit of
sugar while we were at the panto. So we cleared her up the best we could and I volunteered
to scrub the dishes. The next morning, I did not feel well at all. I’d only had
one beer the night before but I was struggling to keep my spew down. I knew that
if I made a slow move I’d make it; or at least get off the bed; but my legs
were locked and I couldn’t bring myself to move until it was too late. Then it
was bed rest and dizziness for the rest of the day; leaving my old dear to
scrub up while I drifted in and out of consciousness.
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