A revolting ramble

I have been feeling ever-so-slightly nervous of late, because the reason being that my flatmate ended up at the hospital last week for an injection to treat a rather violent strain of gastro-enteritis (at least I think that’s what they called it), so did some friends' little girl, and various other people I hung around on Sunday had been vomiting rather less violently (and who knows where all the people I saw on Saturday had been!). Normally I am fairly resilient to such bugs, though I didn’t want to be too confident, but given that it’s Tuesday I thought I was all clear. Until about lunch time today.

I was talking to a colleague and between one moment and the next I felt sick.

Earlier in the morning I had been raving on in chatter to my manager about all the people around me who have been sick, because two girls from my team called in sick today, such that when I then did feel sick I thought she’d probably think I was acting up. So I sat at my desk for another two hours, gradually feeling worse, till I was quite sure that I really wasn’t imagining things and really did feel quite tenuously queer, and asked if I could go home.

I walked outside and felt revived by the fresh air and wondered if it was just the stuffy office that made me feel queer, but I was too uneasy to risk a bus ride, stuck inside a moving vehicle with dozens of strangers, so I set off home on foot. I made it to the park just down the road from work before the violence took hold. Then I threw up mid-stride trying to get to the nearest park bench, managing to get my own trousers and shoes. Totally revolting I know! There was a girl walking along behind me who took one sideways glance and kept right on walking. Who could blame her? I must have looked like a filthy drunk, vomiting in the park in the middle of the afternoon.

I had three more of these episodes there in the park, and had to just sit for a while till I thought I could attempt the rest of the walk home, which thankfully was a little less eventful. Tonight I had a friend coming for dinner, following which we were going to go up the road to hear Dr Mike Ovey lecture on Repentance, which I am sure will be brilliant (I'll say "brilliant" cause he's a Brit). So, I thought I’d see how I went, but it is not looking good and I think I need to stay close to my own bathroom for a while yet ...