and when that happens, something is clearly wrong.
Began the day unable to eat breakfast, this in itself is a most unusual occurence.
I had my current book open in front of my porridge, but couldn't focus the eyes properly.
Then my eyes kept closing with my head drooping towards the table.
What the heck is going on here?
I was up too early anyway, so decided to lie down for a while.
Woke up to find that "hit by a truck" feeling had returned and brought with it a feisty little friend who seemed to be taking great pleasure in stabbing my innards with miniature red hot pokers.
I phoned work and said I wouldn't be in, then fell back into bed.
The rest of the day has been spent sleeping in between record breaking speed dashes to the bathroom.
At one point I seriously considered padding the toilet area with pillows and quilts, maybe adding a bookshelf.
Might as well get comfy there, right?
Clearly, I have a virus.
I never get sick!!
Damn, double damn, triple damn even!!
I've been sipping water with honey and apple cider vinegar added all day, every time I woke up, and I don't feel as bad now, but I won't be eating anything, I figure the best way to rid myself of the red hot poker fiend is to starve him out.
Tomorrow, though, I have an appointment to keep.
It's New Years Eve and I promised to babysit my two youngest grandchildren.
I find it hard enough to cope with those two when I'm feeling well, when I'm not so good, like now, it's going to be a real challenge. They are 10 and 6 and just don't seem to be able to sit still more than 5 minutes at a time. I made the promise way back in September and it's too late now for new arrangements to be made.
If you see a new post here in a couple of days, you'll know I survived.
A Hot Friday Night in The Pony's Apartment
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