It was meant to be relaxing. But instead DP got diarrhoea on Friday evening leaving me to find a pharmacy to get some loperamide.
Saturday was mostly a write off, with me entertaining myself whilst DP rested and recovered.
Then the clock struck 4am today.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
I've been sick 5 times, I'm down to just bile. I projectile vomited next to the bed and in the bathroom. What comes out of the back end is loose.
I feel dreadful. Utterly dreadful. And I know IANBU, but I feel sorry for myself. I just want my own bed and my creature comforts right now.