Bleh

in ireland

Being sick is not fun. Which is what I currently am.

Its some form of the flu, I think, which set upon me without warning late last night. I spent the whole day indoors as I wasn’t much in the mood for doing anything and didn’t really feel good or bad, but once I went to bed it leaped out of the shadows and kicked me in the head. To start with, I was freezing, my teeth were chattering, my whole body was shaking from the cold, and this was with me wearing pants, two t-shirts and socks. I became convinced during all this that I was going to die and I remember trying to force my phone on into my sister’s hand and begging her to call two friends to let them know. That sucked.

The next clear thing I remember is waking up in my sister’s bed, which would be about half an hour ago. No one was at home, which freaked me out. I have vague memories of my gut clenching and babbling on to her about something… The smell from my room said it all, there was vomit everywhere. Right now I feel like crap, my whole body feels like a group of people took turns beating it. I could barely down a glass of water without trying to retch. Bleh.


in ireland

Mark Grealish

Dashing brigand, handsome rapscallion, father, crazy cat lady and the world's greatest lover and liar, living in Galway, Ireland.



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