I'm dying, So much I might actually be dead

Woke up this morning

Went to placement, bit of a sore back but otherwise okay. Say to nurse "Christ, my back is killing me". He says "Probably wind, you been for a shit?" (his words not mine). "No not yet"

Well, then all hell broke loose.

I'm currently writing this from bed, as I nurse my wounded arse. Placement sent me home, I'm running hot and cold, I feel nauseated, arse exploded, my hands are sweating so much my knitting is sticking along the needles and my stomach is making so much noise I'm having trouble hearing the TV. I actually had to pull the car over on way home as was V drowsy and thought was going to pass out.

I did initially blame the tummy trouble on the pickled chillies I ate last night but this isnt right. This isn't chillies.

Sorry for posting it here but I'm all alone. Boggin' and miserable. And boiling.

In other news husband passed his driving test. Go husband.

If I don't post in a few days I've probably died from some sort of lurgy. But quietly, 'cause you know I'm not one to complain.