Monday, 15 December 2014
I have gastro. Go on. Be jealous
This is day 6 of having gastro. Seriously. I wake up every morning thinking - this is it! I am better. And then I am dumped straight back to where I feel like my stomach is Mt Vesuvius.
My stomach is not a great place to be. It's not good. It's not pretty. And I feel so rotten.
Which is only made worse when I look on Instagram and see everyone's having fun. Getting ready for Christmas. Decorating. Gifting. Partying til the break of dawn.
Damn you! I shake my fist from my bed.
For me it's bed and the bathroom. No beyond. I'm double-handedly keeping the disinfectant business in trade. I'm pretty certain they've doubled their sales in the last week. Lucky them!
The cat has been my constant companion throughout. Because who wants to spend time with Gastro Girl? No one. And I don't blame them. But the cat? He comes and sleeps on the bed during the day. He's my one true friend. Sigh.
And if one more person tells me to think of the weight loss - I am going to puke on them. Weight loss is the last thing on my mind when I feel like my stomach is about to explode.
Please. Send me entertainment.