Christmas 2006
Spent with g/f and her family at the country pile in deepest darkest English west country.

G/f hadn't been feeling well before we'd gone down there and I ended up being nurse to her including, on our second night there being awoken by the glorious plea "Edmund, bucket!".

We manage through a dose of anti-poos to get her home after Christmas by which time I'm feeling a bit iffy.

Next day (Wednesday) instead of going to work I lie in bed listening to the radio. Wednesday evening go downstairs and have a cheese toastie.

BAD move. Liquid faeces, and vomiting into the sink. Back to bed.

Thursday morning arrives and surprisingly I'm feeling reasonably chipper. Get up to have a shave and a shower, sit on the toilet - nothing comes out. Get up from toilet and suddenly fall on the floor with ma-hooo-sive pain in my abdomen and I realise that I can't move.

Ambulance arrives and I'm carried downstairs and out to ambulance and thence to hospital. Am given anti-emetic and morphine (pink elephants = ace), followed by a wholly unpleasant PR (proctorectal examination).

In hospital for three days until I can give them a stool sample again (difficult when not eating).

Home on new years eve, back in hospital for a laxative on new years day. Passage (ahem) cleared over the next few days with enough sewer otters to make a beaver consider them for dam building.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 13:36, Reply)