On Thursday, I woke up about 12, felt right as rain, absolutely tickety-boo and in a great mood, as I'd just got told I had a job interview for Monday, for a position I really want.
My mothers pal, has just had a knee operation, so I had to take her some groceries down at 1pm, about 10 mins walk. Half way down, out of the blue I had to stop, you know when you just have to stop in case you s*** yourself and sometimes it goes away. It was a crippling pain in my stomach but it receeded for a minute or two so I walked another 100 yards. Then it happened. I could see it coming out the bottom of my tracksuit bottoms, didn't look like s**** just all watery s****. I was 5 mins from home, 5 mins from Theresa's so I couldn't well go to a woman's house, when I'd s*** meself. So I had to waddle back up the hill walking like I was doing the Beardsley shuffle all the way home.
I got home and since then I've not been able to eat anything but a bit of fish, on the Thursday night I was shaking like f***, I'd go to the toilet one minute and have to run across the landing the next because I needed another s****, honestly in the last 72 hours I reckon I've had in excess of 150 visits to the toilet, I've already been once writing this. I honestly felt that ill on Thursday I thought I was Britain's first victim of BIRD FLU. I had some fish last night but it's repeating on me.
I can't sleep properly or f*** all, looking at this monitor hurts me eyes, and I'm gonna try and rest all day today. Here we go I need another s**** brb. f*** sake.
Why am I telling you this? To warn you, it might be in the post, half this streets got it, honestly it wouldn't have been a bad idea to buy some pampers in the last few days, but according to the doctor it's sweeping all over the country.
I hope yous don't get it I'm not even going to the match tomorrow because of it.
