ciphergoth | 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.

Just as my train starts to arrive, I lean down and throw up, again and again and again. When I look up I have a big bit of the platform to myself. A nice bloke gives me a roll of bogroll to clean up with, and to the horror of my fellow passengers I board the train just before the doors close. I count off the stops home, lying across three seats. When I get home Jess is there to meet me, running up the platform bearing water and tissues and sympathy; I walk the short distance home on her arm, stopping to throw up some more a little distance from our house.

It's at this point I learn that the water to our flat has been cut off. Apparently it was leaking on the flat below and has been turned off at the mains, and it will be the next morning before anything can be done about it.

I spend the next six or so hours running to the bathroom at twenty-minute intervals to sit on the bog while I throw up, feeling worse and worse, and trying not to drink too much water since I only throw it up again. Every time I do this my fabulous lovers have to sort out carrying water up from downstairs (in bins because we can't find the bucket) so we can flush the bog. It all stopped around 12:30 - 1am, after which I quickly start to feel markedly better; I can drink water in the night without throwing up, and by the morning I'm mostly just feeling fragile from dehydration and hunger rather than ill. Now I've had some lunch and I feel quite a bit better.