Nobbo Virus
The day before yesterday I went to bed feeling a little ‘temultuous’ in my stomach. Lo and behold, about 30 mins after lying down I realised that my dinner needed to make a reappearance so went and sat on the edge of the bath, pointing myself at the toilet. A few mins and a few chunks later I felt much better, popped the lid of the toilet back down and went to lie down again.
This would normally have been the end of the story, but being diabetic, this meant that I had nothing in my body giving me sugar. I therefore started sipping Lucozade Sport to top up my carbohydrate levels. 30 mins later, this wasn’t working and I was struggling to sip even the most tiny of mouthfulls. We were both a little concerned that I would have a hypo in my sleep as my blood sugar was hovering around the 2.5 level.
I plugged on, trying to have some toast to give me some long lasting carbs. Around 1AM I got the 3 second warning and ran to the bathroom…..
Now, a few Christmases ago I’d had a ’sudden call’ can ran upstairs and deposited my lovely Christmas dinner in the sink. After 10 mins of picking bits of part-digested turkey out of the plug hole I thought “Always use the toilet”.
Anyway, as I ran to the bathroom, the words “Always use the toilet” were echoing around my brain so as I ran in and hunched over the loo and let rip, part of me thought “A least I won’t be picking this out of the plug hole!”.
Oh no! It’d be much worse this time. If you re-read the end of the first paragraph, I’d put the lid back down and in my rush to get to the loo, I’d gone in on autopilot, not putting the light on, or checking to lift the lid. As I hunched over the loo and let rip again, I thought to myself “Why are my feet and face wet?”.
Of course, the reason being that I was hurling straight onto the lid, which was about 6 inches from my face and as a result I was effectively reflooring the bathroom with every push!
After I’d finished, I put the light on and viewed what lay before me. In our 5′ x 8′ bathroom, I’d managed to reach every corner to a height of about 1′ above the lid. I’d also managed to cover the floor to a depth of about half a centimeter. Reeling from being ill, I stood alone for a moment feeling awful but slightly impressed over my achievement. That was until Helen came in and it then hit me that I wasn’t going to be the one picking part-digested mince and Luzozade out of the gaps between the floor and the skirting board.
It must have been an hour after the incident that Helen finally returned to bed. She’d had to use every old towel/bath mat we own to soak up the gruesome gruel and as we lay back down in bed both whiffing slightly of Orange Lucozade, we discussed the potential for replacing the bathroom floor and how immense my display had been. I owe a lot to Helen for that night and she is truly wonderful.
But what caused it? Well, the following day was as expected with a temperature and a lot of sleeping, but by the following morning my stomach was feeling better, albeit, not top-billing. With that in mind I don’t think it was the Noro Virus, just a bit of food poisoning, but one thing is for sure, I most definitely contracted the Nobbo Virus when I stepped into the bathroom for the second time!
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