M brought me home from work at lunch time yesterday because I wasn’t feeling very well, and we hadn’t received any camera updates since just after we’d left for work, so M was worried that the kid next door had done something to it and/or the house.

We got home, and the house was in one piece so that was good. I went straight to bed because I was feeling so crappy, and spent the rest of the day alternating between the bedroom and the bathroom. Not a nice afternoon. I tried to sit up for a while because it was just so boring lying down all day, but whenever I sat up I felt nauseous and dizzy, so I had to go back to bed.

I managed to go downstairs for a while, and ate a little tub of yoghurt (the only thing I ate all day), and watch a bit of tv while lying on the couch, but in the end I just felt too uncomfortable and went to bed again.

This morning I was hoping to be able to go back to work, and I got up to have a shower but started feeling dizzy again so I went back to bed. M went to work and I got up for a little while, but still felt sick and slept for another 3 hours. I felt a bit better after that, and could sit up without feeling too bad, but I noticed that I had weird spots on my face - not raised bumps like a rash, sort of like little freckles. M was worried and said I should go to a doctor, which I did, if only to find out whether I was going to be stuck with the spots for the rest of my life.

I don’t have a regular doctor around here, so I did a bit of ringing around, to find that one place was closed due to unforseen circumstances, another wasn’t accepting new patients, another one didn’t exist any more and was a residential number, and the last one was full. The woman from the last place suggested a new medical centre that had just opened up near me, and I remember seeing on the way to work. What was good was that you didn’t need an appointment, and they bulk bill. Two ticks from me.

So I went down there and only had to wait for a few minutes until a doctor was available to see me. He said that I have viral gastro, and just to wait it out. He also said that the spots were just my immune system trying to fight the virus, and that they’d be gone in a few days. So that’s good. I asked if I was still contagious, and if I was feeling better tomorrow, whether it would be ok to go back to work. He said it would be ok to go back, but I think I’ll stay home just in case there’s still something hanging around.

So I came back home and have been watching tv and sitting outside with the cats. I still haven’t managed to eat anything today, and haven’t been drinking as much as I should be. You know when you’re hungry, but you still can’t bring yourself to eat anything? I think I’ll have to make myself eat some toast or something. Hopefully that will make me feel a lot better.

The good news is, thanks to all the visits I paid to the bathroom, I’ve lost 1.5 kg since yesterday. That’s the only good thing about getting sick - everything else is as depressing as hell.

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As a followup to busting our trespasser a couple of days ago, when I was in bed yesterday afternoon the kid came over to apologise. He said he didn’t realise that we felt the way we did (yeah, like it’s so hard to understand why people don’t want other people trespassing and interfering with their property), and that he didn’t have a particular reason for doing it. Yeah right. He also offered to pay for the camera system, since he was the reason we got it in the first place. M said that we probably wouldn’t take him up on that (trying to keep things civil), but said again that he did call the police but didn’t make an official report.

At least his mother did talk to him after all, which was good, and it was good that he came to apologise, even though any hopes of a normal neighbourly relationship with them are totally dashed.