I woke up yesterday morning thinking that it would be just another day in Wexford. I woke up and walked the dog. Fed her and the cat. Went out to the polytunnel to plant lettuce (yes, more lettuce).
Unfortunately, here is where the day took a turn. I got nauseous and threw up.
I spent the day in and out of bed, trying to avoid dehydration. Only thing I was able to keep down all day was weak tea and bread.
It's funny how every single time I get sick, I get homesick. No one takes care of you when you are sick like your mother or worries about you like your dad.
Good news is that when I woke up this morning it was like I had never been sick at all.
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