No More Room Down There

So, after a night and a day of twenty minute evacuations from one end of my body or the other, I spent the next evening and the next day aching from toe to head, and slightly slower evacuations.  Nothing could be eaten  - water was taking approximately 7 minutes to travel from glass to toilet pan, with a dash from bed to toilet included. 

And so the Norovirus had me in it's evil grip.  When would it let go?   not today for sure - I tried to get up at 1800, to sit up and have tea and toast, and at 1830 Himself found me face down on the couch again. 

With the Norovirus not content with ruining a good life in general, it began to be even worse.  Tooli came home from volleyball, sat on her bed to read her messages, and then said "oooh".   "oooh".   I feel a it 

And you  know what happens next 

The two of us, just hang pathetically now, waiting for Himself to take up the throne position. 

Bleugh