After a night spent tossing and turning, I woke up on Wednesday feeling dreadful and only just made it to the bathroom before I was violently sick. My first thought was that it was all the rubbish I ate the night before but then I was sick again and again and it became obvious that I had some kind of bug. All day I was either being sick or feeling sick. I had to phone Mac and tell him I wasn’t coming in. He was great about it and told me to take the rest of the week off but I’m not sure how much of that was because he didn’t want to catch whatever it was I had.
The funny thing was, although I felt dreadful, all I could think was “at least I’ve got rid of all that food I ate last night.” I didn’t eat anything all day and just sat on the sofa in the gym wrapped in a blanket, nice and close to the bathroom so I could dash in there every so often. I’m feeling a bit better today and I’ve had some soup but I’m afraid to eat much I case I start being sick again. That’ll teach me to binge eat.