Bleeeeeegh

Day 3 of the stomach flu from HELL. And I can now just about manage to sit upright for extended periods. ('Just about' meaning I can faff online for a little while but don't ask me to move or I will probably throw up or worse.) Seriously, this is vile. I can just about keep food down if I'm careful but ... well, let's just say that the aftermath isn't much fun. On the whole, I can't imagine what anyone can actually do about this, doctor-wise, but if I'm still this way come Monday, it's back to the GP. Whoo. Gods, can't I be healthy for five minutes?

I dunno what this does for this week's schedule on Chaos Magic podcast. I can probably record, but man am I not in the mood. I may improve over the weekend, or I may just get it done anyway. However, I can't imagine that the editing is going to be any fun. Not that it ever is, but I can't feature spending three fucking hours editing breaths and coughs and suchlike out of a podcast when I feel this crappy. I suppose I could do it in stages... Oh, hell, I dunno. Right now all I want to do is go back to bed but then again, I also don't. I am so bored it's unbelievable but I don't actually have the energy to do anything. So there am I buggered twice over. And all the while I feel like crap.

Maybe there should be a hot bath or something. Might help. I also might risk a cup of coffee on the grounds of needing to get some enjoyment out of life.