Friday, 7 June 2013

Pukeasaurus.

I had spag bol for tea today, cooked by my new housemate who used to be a chef. Then I got bloated and wibbly, and then felt sick. I rode as fast as I could to Tescos and got some Andrews salts, but they haven't helped at all. Now I teeter between feeling sick, and then feeling a little better for a while. Urgh.

Luckily, I'm not panicking. Maybe that's because I don't feel like I'm literally about to be sick - but pretty close. Maybe this will be one of those times that I don't have a panic attack whilst being sick.

I want to go to bed and read my book but I absolutely hate the idea of lying down; I know I'll instantly feel shit.

Okay - thanks for listening. I'm gonna hurl.

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