Problem is, one can feel like one is camping on their doorstep! Could have camped on his doorstep last night. Managed to get to sleep, then woke up four hours later to searing abdominal pain, nausea and vile GERD. Then on came the ribs and crushed chest, unable to breath... Then, as I tried to sit more upright, the SIs threw in a drum roll for good measure.
Lay there, not daring to move, but wanting help and wondering how the heck I was going to get it! Also wanted pain meds - but would have prob chucked em up... At last dozed off a bit to come to with the door bell going like the very devil himself was at it. Struggled out of bed somehow, with my left leg going into a spasm of a flippin Charlie cramp. Stumbled my way downstairs, clinging to the bannister, no one there! What the? Then, from across the road appears this wee gnome of a man (my opposite neighbour): "Oh madame, your shutters were open on that side and the window ajar! I was afraid for you!" Well, kind of him, but, that window has been on air vent adjar with the shutters open for weeks now...
Went into the kitchen, trying to breath, sight met my eyes. Complete mess. A veritable pee'scene together with crud everywhere. She must have gone paddling in the stuff.
By the time I'd cleaned it all up and disinfected everywhere...I'd forgotten all about the pain and being unable to breath without pain.
Don't need the doctor, got me a dog instead!!
Now gotta take lump out for a walk, do my French homework and get me to my French lesson. OK world. Let's restart the day! (Wonder if she had been 'out in sympathy' with me or had it been me 'out in sympathy' with her?
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