That was unpleasant

I've never really known what people meant by the expression "guts are churning" before, but I do now! It's 6 pm and I'm feeling a bit iffy in the office, then very iffy; I have a bit of a lie down, then I start wondering how the hell I'm going to get home. I stagger out of the office to get a taxi, but I quickly realise I'm not be able to stand the journey all the way home, so I ask them to take me to Farringdon instead. Walk onto the platform to watch my train leaving, and the next train is delayed. I sit on the platform whimpering and kneading my hands, looking like Hollywood's version of a junkie in need of a fix. ( It gets worse )