O hope your poor rattled bones are feeling a bit better today. My mate had a dysentery jab for a hol, no problem, no side effects said the nurse - she walked out fine, 5 min later was sprinting the length of Hyde Park 'to a cafe' faster than Usain Bolt
Two days off work, they can be quite hardcore.
Mr C insists that my arm is his pillow every night now. It's terribly loving - chin is rested on the wrist, eyelids droop, little head droops bit by bit, rumbly purring until he is flat out with my arms around him.
He's completely dead to the world - me lying pinned down, staring at the ceiling, wanting to wee, of course 
Might it be Kitten Day?