I’ll be the first to admit, this isn’t my usual kind of update. Today, I’m going to talk about being sick, actually being physically sick, barfing, puking, throwing up – whatever you want to call it.

For as long as I can remember I’ve been absolutely petrified of sick and being sick, and I think it’s pretty irrational. The earliest I can remember being so bad was watching my grandparents’ dog throw up once and fainting straight after. For some reason I just can’t handle it, at the slightest sign of it I have to get the hell out of there quick smart. As such, I’m not much of a one for throwing up myself, in fact up until yesterday I had only done it once in the last sixteen or seventeen years (and that was after accidentally drinking a crate of Budweiser by myself so doesn’t really count). The more astute of you will have noticed that I said up until yesterday, that’s because yesterday nature decided to hit me with a stomach bug. As you can probably imagine, for someone as freaky about stomach contents, this wasn’t a great thing to happen.

I went to work as normal, feeling a little off, but just put it down to the remnants of my cold and the fact that I went back to training the evening before. By 10.30 I was home after having a particularly bad belly (the other way (sorry)). Shortly after lunchtime I felt the “there’s no mistaking it, you’re going to yak” telltale signs and sure enough, threw my guts up. It was a bizarre feeling having not done it since I’ve been an adult really, and was followed by another couple visits for a big porcelain hug later in the day. I didn’t sleep much, but it doesn’t really matter, because I feel a lot better today.

Hopefully now I might be able to move past it a bit, it’s been the one thing I’d have chosen if someone were to say to me “What one hang-up would you like to be rid of?” for most of my life, and I realise to most people reading this it sounds totally ridiculous. Tough, this is my little soap box, and today I wanted to natter about it. I’ve still not eaten since yesterday morning, and once I’m sure I’m feeling 100% again I can’t wait to get me teeth around something nice (nice and bland probably) and have food going in the right direction again.

It’s Rock Night in Plymouth next week, fancy dress no less, I can’t wait. In preparation, have a bit of a listen to the genius of Sepultura.

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