Pitiful

I am not often sick. Yes, of course I complain about these infernal headaches and sinusitis bouts that keep coming back, but they are hardly worth skipping work for. The last time I actually missed a week's work was durning my first bout of sinusitis, when I wasn't really sure what was going on. The time before that was when I was 11 and I had the flu. So, I have been doing pretty well in the sick-department.

On Friday night I had a night with the girls. One of my female colleagues had just moved in to her new home and had invited several of us over for a night in. Food, cake, drinks (the non-alcoholic ones) and of course chat. About colleagues, men and whatever else took our fancy (something with a sheep and a dildo, but we blamed that on my lack of Norwegian). There was nothing wrong with me then. I ate normally, I drank normally (fizzy drink with the flavour of bubble gum) and was completely fine.

Yesterday I woke up early and had a headache. Nothing new there. I took some paracetamols and went back to bed. When I got up for real I got behind the computer to play some Facebook Bingo. I couldn't finish it, spending some time in my bathroom. I was hot, then cold, wanted to sit, then stand, needed to throw up and then didn't. After the nap I took during the afternoon I felt a whole lot better. I was able to eat again, so I had some toast and jam and some yoghurt. I went to bed last night headache free and feeling great. 

This morning I woke up and had to run. Diarrhea! Went back to bed, woke up again, had to run again and this time took a bucket with me as well: throwing up everything in my stomach. Which wasn't much!

So far the only thing I've had today is orange juice. I managed to keep some down, but part of it went straight through. Not my finest day in Norway I can tell you! Sitting up (like now) is not the best to do, so I had to fold out the sofabed (see photo at the top). I will take it easy today and then get back to work tomorrow. I know these things usually only last a day or so. 

I will get myself some weak tea next and perhaps a little glass of water with salt and sugar, I remember my father taking that years ago. Anyway, just take a bit of pity on me. Please?