so after a poor night of sleep horsemouth eventually managed to get comfortable and get in some shut eye. horsemouth had great problems in getting warm and staying warm. eventually he decided that the way forward was several hot showers (as usual by sods law he could not get the bath to work which would have been a better solution).
he has just tried an experimental half-cup of coffee we shall see if that stays down or causes him discomfort.
those of you who know horsemouth will know that he is remarkably unsympathetic to the sick and people in pain there is a seeming defect in his imagination at this point. all that is except for himself - at the slightest sign of anything horsemouth becomes a raging hypochondriac.
on the whole other than his lungs horsemouth has remarkably robust health (considering). there have even been times when he was fit (but not lately).
the gut-ache has been brought on by horsmouth eating a container of out of date guacamole (so ladies and gentlemen he does not deserve your sympathy) or so he suspects. it might have been a tin of (undercooked) red kidney beans it might have been something else.
it might just be the legendary 'vomiting disease of winter'.
horsemouth wishes it would stop so he could return to his usual existential angst and boredom.
of course what would help right now would be a good book. but strangely horsemouth can't fins a single one he wants to read in his extensive collection.
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