I don’t know what happened, but suddenly, unexpectedly and fiercely, the crud descended on me. I got home at about 12.30 after dropping Simon off at the airport (Canclegar lived up to its name and I actually dropped him off at the Greyhound depot). So – at 12.30 I headed to the bathroom and then crawled under my down blanket on the couch. That’s where I stayed (with occasional runs to the bathroom) until it was time to feed the dogs at 6. It was actually time much earlier but I couldn’t get up to do it. Thankfully, the puppies are very forgiving. Back to the couch until I dragged myself to bed an hour later – slept until 7.30 with puppies surrounding the bed. My protectors.
I thought I felt better this morning but I took the puppies for a very brief walk on the property. Two feet up the hill I thought I was going to keel over. Really?!
I think it will be another day on the couch. I’m weak and in a constant state of nausea. Must be one of the worst feelings in the world.
Fingers crossed that I can post again later today reporting that I am totally well. And maybe – just maybe – I can get a little bit done. If I take it slow, maybe a chore or two.