And go to work

the night was stomach pain, kept on awakening to hear the near snores and the distant clock in the kitchen. kept on awakening, keep on awakening, a pain in the upper stomach.
Not nice, all that was wanted was sleep.

Then the pain seems to slip down, like a ballon that has lost air. Down into the gurgling guts, now an urgent desire to go to the toilet.
The bathroom, for american readers.
Whilst there, an urge to vomit.
No great result, but feel a little better.

Stay awake until, the alarm sounds, get up, go to the desk, turn the asinine melody off.

Bathroom, turn the shower on. A sudden fit of retching.
Gastric 'flu, or some such nonsense.
No particular reason.
Finish the shower, then make sure that the bowels will stay as they are, 00.

And then go back to the bedroom, put on fresh underclothes.
And the rest of the clothes too.
And go to work.

The bus stop is queasy, the bus is horrible, sit there with the eyes tight shut.
The railway station, just walk past the café, any of that would provoke a disaster, no coffee today.

Instead, wait out on the cold platform, wait for the train to come in.

Work is going to be horrible today.