We went to bed feeling exhausted but on top of the floor job. Then at 3.30 I woke to find David in a right state. He'd woken, tried to get up, room spinning, felt sick, fell over. His ear was hurting. I got some drops in it and then he threw up (I'd fetched a bucket luckily). He literally crawled to the bathroom, much ickiness ensued and this morning he's still throwing up, still seeing double and not able to keep even water down. We're blaming the new curry house we tried last night; he had lamb rogan josh which could be it, or maybe a virus....
He's really feeling sorry for himself, poor thing.
He's really feeling sorry for himself, poor thing.