Monday, September 7, 2015

The one thing I hate about travelling alone is getting sick.

And sick I finally am, after a month.

It started yesterday with an episode of diarrhoea. Over the past 24 hours it has evolved into diarrhoea, vomiting, chills, feeling like shit. So I try to starve the bug (bad idea), sleep all day and woke up at 530pm feeling amazing. Until I stood up, felt the room go spinning around me and had to rush to the toilet to poo. I have gingerly made my way down the stairs, now im sitting upright nursing a cup of tea and having palpitations trying desperately to remain upright and not puke all over this tablet.

However, I am swaying and the room is swaying, tea is threatening to come back up, heart is going to burst from the effort of sitting up typing this and so Im going to crawl back into bed. Moments like this I desperately wish for someone else to be around, if not to go out buy paracetamol or bring me liquid in bed, at least for comfort...

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