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Date: 21 June 2006 12:17:22
I threw up.
I'd been feeling slightly rough during the morning but couldn't tell if it was because of eating too much or because of eating too little. I guessed wrong, and forced my lunch down only for it to come back up quite spectacularly. If you've a nervous disposition you should skip to the next paragraph now, but if not then let me tell you that projectile vomiting is not restricted to babies. The thing was I managed to make it to the toilets at work, and I managed to get inside a cubicle before it all came out. But unlike the usual tiny ones it was a big cubicle specially for disabled people and the toilet pan was three feet further away from the door than it would otherwise have been. My body must have been assuming it would be a normal one because I was about three feet short of the pan when my mouth opened and a stream of vomit came arcing out. It was at least in the direction of the toilet, and most of it went in there, but a lot didn't. So I had to very sheepishly ask a cleaner to sort out the mess. I felt terrible.
I got through the rest of the day ok, thanks to the help of some wonderful friends, but felt the need for a very early night. Which had the advantage that I was better prepared for being woken up at 5am by Airdrie complaining that her bed was wet than I might otherwise have been. I sorted that out and managed to get her and me back to sleep just in time to be woken by Cambuslang getting up. All of which was God's way of saying Happy Birthday. (Yes, it's that time of year again). Without wishing to be picky, I preferred Cambuslang's way: his first words were "Happy Birthday Daddy" and he gave me a big hug.
That was the highlight of the day, but a close second was in the evening when a surprise party turned up at my door. My wife is away at the moment but before she left it seems she had been busy organizing behind my back so lots of friends came round bearing presents and wine and cake. Lovely. And since I'd already been organizing my own birthday party for this Saturday it means I get two parties for the price of one birthday. Or does it mean that I'll be two years older by the end of the week? To be honest I can hardly keep track of the years anyway so it won't make much difference.