the bowel is deceitful above all things

When I filled in my sick day in the time & attendance system last week I noted that none of the available attributes of the Sick entry type were anything along the lines of having less available mental capacity than a zombie and thus felt compelled to go to work today, despite last night's absence of fulfilling sleep, my severely reduced food-intake over the last week and an uncertainty as to whether or not I would still be subject to gastro-intestinal unpleasantnesses. Despite feeling almost normal on the way in it felt like quite a job to get up the stairs. I hadn't had any breakfast but nibbled a few rusks throughout the morning and felt a little more normal and slightly less imbecilic by the afternoon, though might have overdone it by eating two doughnuts (couldn't face a muffin) at lunchtime but at least managed to deal with the resultant slight sugary weirdness by not being sick. I managed a very small bowl of rice and vegetables when I got home and spent the rest of the evening and most of the night wondering when it was going to go down.