bedridden

I am off-work today, and that is not something I say very often. In fact, I have a feeling it might be the first time I've had a sickness day since I started this job, but I may be misremembering. I am rather under the weather, after all, and my memory isn't quite on full force. Oh - of course - the playful Covid virus kept me off a bit, didn't it. Or was that my old job?
Anyway, the point is, I'm at home today, because I was very ill overnight. Partly self-inflicted, but it wasn't a terrible hangover or anything like that. We just decided to take advantage of the Summery Sunday weather by having a barbecue lunch, and I was out in the sun cooking and drinking and not realising quite how hot it was and quite how dehydrated I might be getting. Then, throughout the course of the day, I ate enough meat to satisfy a carnivorous dinosaur, and I think my body was slightly over-proteined, and decided to act accordingly. So I had to rush to the loo 4 or 5 times during the night and I think I lost about 4 litres of liquid each time.
A shame, because I love Autumnal Sundays, and yesterday was the start of the NFL season, so I was enjoying the live games while eating cold sausages, which sat very heavily on top of the other sausages I had eaten hot earlier in the day. Nice at the time, but then the aftermath of the overindulgence was rather nasty.
I think a part of it might also have been the paradigm shift of the end of the school holidays too. My son is back in the classroom, and suddenly my workplace has 95% less children in it, and so the crazy busy rushy time is over, and I think my mind has relaxed and my body has said, "Now is the time to be ill!"
But I think it was mostly down to the barbecue....

RC 8-9-25