Noro or Gastro or Whatever-ro, Please Go Away!
4 March 2013
We had the most wonderful day out on Saturday in Newcastle Upon Tyne. It was one of those perfect days with bright Spring sunshine that just lifts your spirits no matter how cool the temperature is. And yes, I took lots of wonderful photos.
However — within hours after arriving home, my stomach was in chaos and was beginning to get very, very ill. I’m now on Day Three of this and trust me, I’m not having a good time right now.
And what IS it about my ‘link up’ with the Royal Family? Last year I was in the hospital in France with kidney problems at the exact same time as Prince Phillip. This time I’m unwell at the same time that Her Majesty has gastro and is in the hospital. Not a particularly good connection!
Hopefully I will bounce back in the next few days and be able to upload some photos and information. Wish me well!
UPDATE: 6 March 2013
In response to quite a few queries about how I am feeling, I’m not happy — really not happy to report that I am still flat as a pancake in bed whenever I am not racing off to the bathroom. Oy! The up-and-down body temperature is also quite distressing.
Apparently the hospitals here in the UK have been so deluged with people with the same symptoms that they ask you to stay home and suffer through it until you have reached the full 4 day mark. That won’t actually arrive until almost midnight tonight. (groan!) I’m following all of the advice and staying hydrated even when sipping a glass of water or a cup of peppermint tea gives me a massive stomach ache. Mark made an off the cuff remark a couple of days ago that this is really NOT an optimum weight loss program!
Speaking of the marvelous Mark, he is being an absolute saint as he ferries cups of tea up the stairs in between demolishing the kitchen downstairs and those middle of the night bear hugs are certainly welcome when I am shivering with chills. Bless him, he’s a treasure. Apparently he suffered through this same level of sickness about 20 years ago in Morocco and he remembers it vividly to this day. It took him a week to get over this first stage and then he was wobbly for weeks afterward, so he’s been very dear and sympathetic.
Thanks for the notes full of kind thoughts and good wishes. They are certainly appreciated.
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04/03/2013 at 10:38 PM