You'd think, wouldn't you, that I'd had enough *ow* and *sigh* recently, yes?
Good news is that the *sigh* continues to show definite signs of lifting. Yay.
Bad news is that the last couple of days it's been mighty tough keeping anything more solid than milky tea inside me. When it first hit, very early Wednesday morning I thought it was "Oh, taken a bit too much morphine too quickly, ah well," so I waited for the heaves to stop and took another 20mg. Which should have stayed down, and didn't. Most irritating. Then the other end opened... and that wasn't pretty either.
I don't think it was food poisoning; I hadn't eaten anything suspicious. I'm suspecting rotavirus or something of that kind, because I had a bit of a fever but not much. I'm still randomly squirty, but things are slowly improving.
Just thought I'd better let people know, since sudden silence from a person with depression can be (rightly) nervewracking. If you've mailed or IMed me, I'm sorry, but I haven't been upright long enough to even start on catching up. And now I want to lie down again. Who stole my vertical?
