Slowly, whispering I love you....

oh dear god. 

You can tell I wrote yesterday's today. 

I feel like crap. 

I woke at 5 with a very soreness. My belly, my bum, my head.  Oh dear. 

I was rather sick and went back to bed. 

I got up at 7.30 and sat, stunned on the sofa for an hour, trying to bring myself round sufficiently to go to work.  The love of my life, dragged himself out of bed to drive me down, worried that I might throw up on myself. 

On arrival at my desk, I sat and groaned, and moaned, and blinked at the brightness that was daytime. 

I drank two bottles of water I brought with me and three cups of coffee. 

Himself arrived at 11 with all of the above and chicken slice from Greggs. 

That was enough to wake me up to carry on working for a little while. 

Then as the day progressed, one eye closed, and then the other.  I fell asleep about four times.  I realised that I had to keep myself active,so frequently ran round the warehouse and stuck my  head out the front door. 

I cannot tell you how happy I am to be at home.  I am slouched in the chair, and it is taking all my strength to stay awake, but i intend to wait until at least 9pm and then, my head will hit the pillow and ....zzzzzzzz