Oh yes I am. That’s the only rational explanation.
Probably. I have winter vomiting disease, or something very similar. To phrase it gently, since Saturday night and the violent nausea, I have been forced to remain within rapid staggering distance of a latrine, for the bottom has fallen out of my bottom. I’ve lost just over half a stone in the last thirty-six hours or so, most of it water, making this virus the dieter’s dream tonic. I may bottle my own spit, and market it to the gullible and desperate.
I’m getting rid of far more water than I’m consuming (even sips are coming back out of me at a rate of knots), and so I can only conclude that I am liquefying to make up the difference. This time tomorrow, I’m sure, I will be an icky, sentient puddle.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel the call of the porcelain once again…
markOctober 22, 2007 at 5:59 pm
Horror? or just merely disgusting 🙂
Although if I though I was liquifying I am not sure the toilet would be my hang out of choice – perhaps the bath or some other suitable receptacle
JackieOctober 22, 2007 at 6:08 pm
That is absolutely no fun at all, and I hope it is over as suddenly as it began (before you’re completely liquified), although I fear it might already be too late…
Mark LancasterOctober 23, 2007 at 7:35 pm
Sorry to hear ’bout this, Rick. Hope you’re feeling better soon!
Richard WrightOctober 23, 2007 at 8:35 pmAuthor
On the mend – soup has now remained within me. Which is nice.