Discombobulation

Eating my first breakfast in a couple of days – yoghurt with banana and honey, which seems to be the only thing I feel like this morning.

Woke at midnight Saturday/Sunday with a sense of unease, which worsened into a feeling of nausea. This finally climaxed, at around 2:45am, into an attack of diarrhoea and vomitting. Went back to bed (after Peppi, who had come to gaze at me, concernedly). Lay there. Loo again at 6:30am (thankfully no puking) and then spent the rest of the day sleeping.

Monday was slightly better in that the room didn’t seem to be spinning, but I still spent much of it in bed. When M got home, watched several episodes of tv schmaltz (Grey’s Anatomy, season two). Thus endeth my day.

To think I’d wanted to take yesterday off, but didn’t, because I had too many meetings. Ended up having the day off anyway, and all the meetings have been rescheduled. Feeling much better this morning – just in time to go back to work.

All in all, not a recommended way to spend one’s days. However, chihuahuas are great company when one is sick. Paco and Peppi insisted on lying in bed with me for the whole two days. Paco was especially good, with just the right level of canine concern – when he knew I was awake he stood on my chest and gazed into my eyes – at other times he just lay against my legs, everytime I looked at him I found him looking back at me. Peppi was a little less careful, licking me awake quite a few times and trying to get me to help her chew her Nylabone.