Well; quite a weekend. It wasn’t Thursday’s sore throat that got me in the end; it was that possibly-migraine nausea/headache/fatigue that killed me off. Saturday was a good, if relatively lazy day. We booked flights to Dallas for Thanksgiving, planned our break in Turin with the Chorus in September, and I spent a few hours working on my video-narrating skills for the Video Nation diary I’m making about the Chorus. We finished up by going to XXL (a gay club) near
We were really there to give Owen a bit of moral support; his new boyfriend is quite the clubber and it’s a bit of shock to his system I think. That said, my initial impressions of Jonathan (the b/f) are good and there definitely seems to be a connection between the two of them.
Anyway, in the end we didn’t really stay late; catching the 01:06 train home again after a pleasant evening.
This morning though, I was rather disturbed to find that I had a hangover! I know my alcohol tolerance is low, but I’d only had a cocktail and two cans of Red Stripe all evening! As the day progressed though, the hangover got worse instead of better and I finally deduced that it was probably the nameless ailment I’ve suffered from periodically for the last year. I took one of the migraine pills that the doctor had prescribed last time but I think by then it was too late for it to take any effect. (In fact unless it is absorbed through the stomach lining fairly quickly, I doubt it had a chance as I threw-up about half-an-hour after taking it…)
So it’s nil-by-mouth for me tonight and lots of rest. I’ll try and get a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and see if she has any more ideas. I just hope it is short-lived this time around though because, apart from feeling like death-warmed-up, there’s an important Chorus rehearsal tomorrow night and also supposed to be filming my video diary there…
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