First of June, my arse

Another day of depressing confinement, but at least I’ve stopped vomiting my stomach lining up through my nose. I am feeling slightly better this evening and I’m able to nibble bits of toast without my guts cramping up like a sprinters thigh. I hate being sick. I hate being unwell in any way, if I’m honest, but nothing is worse than this awful sickness/diarrhoea combo where your body seems determined to expel everything, including it’s own organs. I have a pounding headache from the dehydration and I’m convinced I’ve lost six stone in weight. 
It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t a manager. When you’re just a member of a workforce you just take time off and let them all get on with it without you. When you’re a manager you have to arrange your own cover and then deal with three or four phone calls a day because no-one else has access to the safe or knows the security code for the ordering system.
It also wouldn’t be so bad if the weather was slightly better. It’s the 1st of June today, for Christ’s sake, why are we locked under grey skies and showers like it’s the 23rd of February in the Arctic? God, I hate our climate. It’s bad enough being on my knees in the bathroom, trying to aim my bile into the bowl while simultaneously trying not to shit burning arse-dribbles into my underwear, without having to look up and see torrential rain being hammered into the frosted window by a force 9 gale. 
Anyway, like I said, I’m feeling slightly better now. As I’m sure you can tell from my buoyant mood………..

RC 1-6-15