Caught up with family on Monday morning, taking the dogs for a walk on the beach, and then having brunch together.
When I got home early afternoon, I was ready for a lie down, it seemed jet lag was catching up with me. A couple of hours later, I asked Simon to get me some antinausea medication out of my luggage. Half an hour later, I asked him to get me a different antiemetic. Then I asked for a bucket. Too late: I raced for the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
It’s been years since I’ve vomitted. It’s amazing the force at which your hot stomach contents can be heaved up out of you, it’s like a hose pouring out of your mouth. Thank goodness it was just the one episode, and I rapidly felt better and went back to bed. The next few hours passed in a daze but early in the morning I farted and immediately knew I’d misjudged the situation. Again I raced to the bathroom, this time for an eruption from the other end of my digestive system. I emptied myself out and went back to bed, only to find that somehow, there was more to come. When I went back to bed after that, it was with a towel underneath me and fear in my heart. Eventually I got back to sleep and dozed off and on for the rest of the day.
So, it seems likely that I caught noro virus from our poor German lady on the plane. I can only imagine that I was one of many who’d been in attendance who’d got sick. I hope none of the cabin crew succumbed mid flight somewhere.