Bleeeurgh. I was feeling a little average last night and took myself off to bed early. Without going into any more detail, it seems I’ve caught a vomiting bug, and spent a good part of the rest of the night either trudging up and down the landing by the bathroom/toilet, or sitting on the cold tiles in said toilet, praying to the god of porcelain (except we have an old skool Caroma toilet which isn’t even porcelain).

A couple of good things: one – no-one else in my household has got it yet (touch wood) and two – my husband was able to take a sick day today to look after our little boy, because I feel so weak today I can barely pick myself up let alone his eight kilos of squirminess! I guess I should add a three – although I was hypo for a couple of hours at the start of the episode, I managed to boost my BGs up to early 4s before the vomiting began, unlike poor Aaron at the end of March.

I barely ever get sick, and I’m grateful for that. Whenever I’m sick though I always think back to those leaflets they give you when you’re first diagnosed about “sick days” and how your blood sugars will rise, so I kept a close eye on it. Surely enough, the results slowly crept up: 4.2, 5.7, 7.9, 11.4 (I corrected this one) and then by the time 7am came I was 16.6. Just what you don’t need on top of feeling lousy. I’m just super grateful I didn’t get vomiting in my pregnancy. That must be really hard to handle.