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I would like to be the new face of Immodium.
dreamdaisy
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Well, actually, I wouldn't but I suspect my phyzog might be more representative which is why I don't stand a chance. 
(Adopt strong Geordie accent for reading the next sentence.)
'It's day five in the Big Bathroom House and DD is not feeling the strain, in fact no strain has been involved for some days now.'
Both of us succumbed over the past weekend to a vile stomach bug which is going around our town. He is coping relatively well (he is still going to work) whereas yours truly is amazed she still weighs as much as she does despite losing around 6lbs ( I feel at least three stones lighter). Despite giving up all food groups known to man (and some women) my arthritises (is there a plural?) are still giving me gip because they always sense an opportunity to remind me they are there. As if I didn't know it. :roll:
I did the right thing today and rang my GPs, knowing full-well they couldn't help: one of the docs rang back and confirmed that there is a bug going around (well DUH), nothing can be done (well DUH) and I shouldn't meth tomorrow (you get my drift). I've left a message on my rheumatology (or should that be rhumatology? ) Helpline to the same effect and know perfectly well I won't hear from them because this is hardly a crisis. And it isn't but . . . .
FCOL*. Enough already, yes?
I sit here, drooping and wilting over my keyboard, sweaty and whey-faced despite the immodium. I am trying to cook a meal I don't want to eat but am definitely not up to strutting around in my high heels and short frock whilst some lackey empties a water-laden shop awning as I swan past, all better and sans cork thanks to a dose of immodium. DD
* FCOL = for crying out loud.
(Adopt strong Geordie accent for reading the next sentence.)
'It's day five in the Big Bathroom House and DD is not feeling the strain, in fact no strain has been involved for some days now.'
Both of us succumbed over the past weekend to a vile stomach bug which is going around our town. He is coping relatively well (he is still going to work) whereas yours truly is amazed she still weighs as much as she does despite losing around 6lbs ( I feel at least three stones lighter). Despite giving up all food groups known to man (and some women) my arthritises (is there a plural?) are still giving me gip because they always sense an opportunity to remind me they are there. As if I didn't know it. :roll:
I did the right thing today and rang my GPs, knowing full-well they couldn't help: one of the docs rang back and confirmed that there is a bug going around (well DUH), nothing can be done (well DUH) and I shouldn't meth tomorrow (you get my drift). I've left a message on my rheumatology (or should that be rhumatology?
) Helpline to the same effect and know perfectly well I won't hear from them because this is hardly a crisis. And it isn't but . . . .FCOL*. Enough already, yes?
I sit here, drooping and wilting over my keyboard, sweaty and whey-faced despite the immodium. I am trying to cook a meal I don't want to eat but am definitely not up to strutting around in my high heels and short frock whilst some lackey empties a water-laden shop awning as I swan past, all better and sans cork thanks to a dose of immodium. DD* FCOL = for crying out loud.
Have you got the despatches? No, I always walk like this. Eddie Braben
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These bugs are so debilitating, so be kind to yourself until you feel better.
Could it be Arthriti ?
Hope you feel better very soon X
Numpty
It sounds horrible but you are used to horrible. Drink copious amounts. (Water, alas) and rest. You shall go to the ball. ! Not this one, though..
Toni xxx
Julian of Norwich
We've had a pleasant day, we wandered down to our 'local' for lunch, I elected to rollate because the exercise would be useful and he carried my gilet which I knew I wouldn't need but he insisted I took - and he carried it home, unworn. The temperature was in double figures albeit with the occasional chilly breeze: he was wearing a Tshirt, a fleece-lined woolly cardigan and a gilet (and, before you ask, trousers) whereas I had a thick-ish cotton top plus jeans. I asked why he needed all that top insulation and he responded he wasn't a menopausal woman. :roll: I haven't been for around six years but hey, why do I think he would notice?
I have no doubt that the saga of the Erard and her re-birth has accentuated my current situation, not on the 'gut' front but definitely on the arthritic and emotional one. Even Mr DD has been touched in a way I thought was not possible, based as it is on sentiment. He don't do that 'nonsense' (well, I thought so but I may be wrong). DD
Barbara