No idea where I got it from, but I somehow contracted the Stomach Flu. We had a lovely weekend - went to Kent to see Rich's family. Lovely day shooting on Saturday followed by a gorgeous meal at
Topes in Rochester (the location wasn't fantastic, but once inside- wow.), and then Sunday were treated to
The Lion King in the West End from Rich's parents. It's not every day the big guy turns 30, right?
So what's his first duty as a 30 year old?
Take care of his sick girlfriend.
Monday morning we woke up and I was feeling a bit groggy - left it to hayfever. By lunch time, I was feeling rather nauseated and didn't want to further upset my stomach by eating. I went straight home after school, shaking uncontrollably, and climbed in bed. By the time Rich Skyped at 8:00, I was sobbing, shaking, burning up, freezing, feeling sick and hurting everywhere. He decided he was going to come to me straight from the hospital on Tuesday.
Didn't make it to work on Tuesday. The fever wouldn't go away and the shakes wouldn't stop. I went to the doctor and he said "This is the start of the flu. You're going to get a lot worse."
....I didn't actually believe him. Silly me.
By the time Rich arrived I was vomiting with a fever of 39 degrees and still shaking uncontrollably. He made the executive decision that I would not be well enough to return to work for the week and took me back to Leicester until the weekend. His theory was that at least in Leicester, someone could look after me.
....I didn't actually believe him. Silly me.
It's now Saturday and I only last night ate my first meal - a child sized portion of tomato soup. I still can't stand up on my own. A lot of feeding and recuperation is needed.
Not only did Rich drive two hours to look after me and then drive two hours back to his with me in tow, but he also ensured I had plenty of fluids, held my hair back, held the vomit bucket, helped me walk (as I look like a 99 year old when attempting on my own), washed all of my dirty laundry, made me homemade tomato soup, did a weeks worth of shopping and cooking for me so that I don't have to do any upon my recovery, gave me a bath (washed me while I attempted to wash my hair), and put up with my general vacant stares or groans of pain. And lets face it - no one looks good when they have the flu, but he still told me he loved every day and gave me a kiss.
Best boyfriend ever? YES. I could have cried just from how nice he was. He's just brought me a homemade banana milkshake (a whole tub of cream in three glasses apparently) - the next few days are a recovery mission. Mission: Fatten Jen up.
xx
