I'm heeere!!! No sooner had we got tinternet mended than we went off into the Land of No Computers (ie mil's). Anyhow, back now innit.
So I spent all of Christmas eve, Christmas day, boxing day and the day after boxing day feeling pretty queasy, but essentially ok as long as I kept on nibbling. Tried a sip of champers on Christmas day, which tasted totally foul, so stuck to my elderflower after that.
Then yesterday, woke up feeling utterly horrendous, retched over the loo before getting dressed. MIL whipped out a ginger biscuit for me, which promptly went down the loo. As did the first half of my piece of toast. Then felt fine again. Finished the toast, cup of coffee, all fine. Packed up, got in car, started feeling shite again. Had to get TGO to pull over on side of A65 to let me vom (apologies to all other drivers who no doubt were tutting and headshaking and assuming I was hungover. If only.).
By this time I was in tears, saying to TGO I can?t do this for 6 more weeks, I can?t I can?t etc. He was eating fruit pastilles, which smelt disgusting.
Managed to struggle out to a friends surprise 40th party last night, hid in the corner looking green. Came home early, went to bed at 9.
Woke up this morning feeling absolutely fine.
Think I had actually caught the bug my 8 yr old nephew had on boxing day (we saw them the day after).