When I awoke this morning it took me about 15 seconds to realise that I had no idea where I was. Upon closer inspection, it turns out I was in the right house, just the wrong room
I'm feeling confused, but sprightly. About an hour later I leave to tackle the journey from Putney to Southend
It soon transpires that my body has decided to reject EVERYTHING I put in my mouth. I had to get off the tube at Temple and puked up the strawberry milkshake I'd bought 20 mins earlier. On the train from Liverpool St I was sick twice. I was concerned that everybody on the carriage could hear my violent wretching, and the collective looks of disdain upon my re-emergence confirmed this : ( From this point on, any lingering hope of reclaiming some semblance of dignity was lost
So I finish my hellish journey and finally get home, and realise that my car is a half hour drive away. Faced with another journey, I feel like a beaten man. I then vomit around ten more times
The last time I puked was about an hour ago. But my mouth is so dry that I've had to sink a juice. Knowing that you're due to be sick in the next half an hour is not a nice state to be in
Anybody else feel like dying today?