No, not the other way around. Because:
I was decidedly unwell this morning, and although I was (sort of) back on track by lunchtime, it’s left me feeling lifeless, flat and feeling altogether bleugh. An early night is called for.
I’d better be completely better by tomorrow morning, because we’re going on a yacht. To be exact, apparently, we’re going on a Schooner.
a sailing ship with two or more masts, typically with the foremast smaller than the mainmast
I don’t know how many masts our schooner has, but I do know that it’s at least two, and I will let you know as soon as we do.
Just to be clear, I haven’t cleared any of this with the 6000 miles… yachting correspondent, and I’ wondering if perhaps I should have done. But we’re not planning on Schooning far: just a quick and pleasurable pootle around Table Bay and then back for lunch.
Will there be photos? Really?
Does the Pope shit in the woods?
Finally. The series of three nights of crippling insomnia has been broken. Last night, exhausted, I went to bed, closed my eyes and it actually worked. My body did what it was supposed to and this morning, I feel almost human once again.
Today’s plans have gone badly wrong, however. We were supposed to be going to a braai in Fishhoek, but then Mrs 6000 ended up being thoroughly nebulized twice at the local ER. Three years supply of steroids, plus several (or more) antibiotics and she’s back home with us. A good night’s sleep (I’ll teach her how with my new found skills) and hopefully tomorrow will be a new dawn, in all the different ways. In the meantime, the younger child seems to have developed a bit of a sore throat and a sniffle and has thus been quarantined.
I plan to ward off any potential infection mainly using brandy. I’ve checked out my old microbiology books and apparently alcohol is good at killing all sorts of bugs, so I’m planning to go full on and drink as much as possible. I’m not sure if football has any antimicrobial effects, but I’m going to try a good dose of that this afternoon as well.
In Loperamide (C29H33ClN2O2), we trust.
Ah yes. Day 2 of this infernal “24 hour” viral gastroenteritis, bringing with it the traditional four symptoms of viral gastroenteritis: sweating, shaking, swearing and farting. And frequent trips to the bathroom, obviously.
I haven’t had much contact with other individuals, but apparently, “everyone has got it”, which I suppose is meant to bring some comfort in that you then understand that you’re not suffering alone. However, all it makes me think of is numerous sweaty, shaky, sweary, farty individuals across Cape Town who can’t stray too far from a toilet.
And that’s not pleasant.
I’m actually rather annoyed that I’ve contracted this nasty bug: being a microbiologist, I’m anal about hand-washing and hygiene. (Perhaps I should use soap and water like other people?)
So, be aware, Cape Town people – you are hereby advised to stock up on Immodium, Rehydrate and Lucozade, because if I can get it, anyone can get it.
Right, I’m off for my 14th shower of the day.
Stay healthy, peeps.
I was supposed to be playing football this evening but a (hopefully) 24 hour bout of gastroenteritis has seen me hiding in bed for the day instead.
Back tomorrow, slightly lighter and a lot more alive.