Insult to Injury
You know what really annoys me? When you've got a persistent case of diarrhoea so that you're popping to the toilet every hour or so throughout the night and the execrable toilet paper keeps tearing lengthwise rather than across.
I've checked. The stupid toilet paper isn't properly perforated. Each piece is only going to tear slightly less than half way before zipping off in a direction of its choosing, leaving me with a ragged mess.
Crap!
I've checked. The stupid toilet paper isn't properly perforated. Each piece is only going to tear slightly less than half way before zipping off in a direction of its choosing, leaving me with a ragged mess.
Crap!
Good health? I'd like some of that.
Just as Sam is recovering from a long bout of 'flu (about a fortnight or more wrung out) I came home today and started a fever and felt sleepy and clubbed. I went to bed around 5.30 and got up again at 6.45 feeling a bit shaky but not feverish. However in the meantime Rowan has come down with a high fever, in the region of 39.5-39.8 celsius. The poor little thing is feeling rotten, and is very sleepy.
This comes, of course, at a bad time as I'm supposed to be going to Dublin tomorrow evening for a half-day seminar on Wednesday morning. If I'm not well I can't go; if Rowan's not well I don't want to go. When will this bout of recurring infections p*ss off?
This comes, of course, at a bad time as I'm supposed to be going to Dublin tomorrow evening for a half-day seminar on Wednesday morning. If I'm not well I can't go; if Rowan's not well I don't want to go. When will this bout of recurring infections p*ss off?