Out of Action (by sarah)
I've been puking and the other and its not fun, feeling freezing cold when Al asures me its warm and then feeling the shards of glass twisting in my gut. I start to feel better and try to get out of bed only to go dizzy with a head that feels twenty times as heavy as it is and a tingling all over - suddenly hot and disorientated.
What I feel slighly guilty about though is that I have finially got my hands on the Harry Potter book and resent having to stop reading for the next wave of cramps - boiling hungry eats at my insides but unfortunatly its no food at the mo as I just spew it all back up again - sigh.
poor Alaric is now attempting to work on his clever rig of internet and generator etc... with the thought that he is now on his own with trying to clear downstairs - I mean I know I couldnt do any of the heavy lifting anyway but at least I could do the small things like clearing off cabinates - now I can't even do that.
Plus he has now lost quiet a bit of work time.
Oh well I suppose I'll just have to continue ready - I swear the woman arranges for these books to come out when I'm sick!