Good grief what a night.
So yesterday I have full on diarrhea all day, after the big spew the night before. Through the night last night I'm getting up periodically to sit on the throne. Then I start snoring my head off from the head cold which wakes up David at 5am. Who starts coughing and getting a mild asthma attack. So he gets up and he's coughing so much he spews into the toilet, reckons it was too much dairy food the night before but the sore stomach sounds like mine.
As soon as he finishes spewing I have to go and sit on it again. Then he comes back after and has like um, shall we say he wasn't constipated anymore. ... As soon as he's out I have to go back in.... sheesh..... I was waiting for one of the cats to start spewing and shitting in sympathy or something.
Anyway I'm giving the doctors a miss. Looks to me like it's just some kind of bug and nothing to have a panic attack about. Sick to death of seeing doctors anyway, despite Abbott's assertion that we're all a bunch of hypochondriacs who go and see doctors just for the hell of it. I'll get some decent antacid pills from the supermarket later today and that'll help a lot.
Oh the perils of being 51. I used to have an iron stomach. Could eat anything.
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