Well, I thought had a touch of the flu on Monday or Tuesday, but now there is no doubt. I woke up and just made it, an urgency that hasn't hit for years. Lucy was standing beside me as I crouched over the loo to let loose the goo - trying to figure out what was going on. As I started to think thankfully it's done and started to blow my nose, nausea rose up and moved through my body flipping me around to empty the lower half and grab a pail for the upper half that decided it wasn't finished. This was at 8:12 AM. Up to the point of writing this, I have alternated between the biffy and my bed, and have slept on and off for the past 8 hours. My back aches, my head aches, my insides ache, my arse in on fire and there seems to be something stuck in my nose that just doesn't want to dislodge itself. I'm afraid to blow too hard and lose what little brain I have left, not to mention I think anything louder than the clicking of these keys will send me into orbit. Thank you s