Lost

Woke up a wee bit queasy but thought my planned 8k would sort me out. Started gloriously round Vogrie to the spring sounds of woodpeckers. All was well til we hit a near vertical and I had to stop. Head between my knees I felt so suddenly dreadful. It was a slow creep back home and crawled under the duvet after being horrendously sick.
Could not get warm, horrible shivers despite fully clothed and three duvets so a proper bug doing its dirty work.
Gutted as the day was glorious and kept expecting it to lift but sleep would not shift it. Then got emergency call to reach son 1 from A and E, suspect concussion following a cricket ball to the head. Got to A and E and nearly became the patient too with my head back between my knees. Did not care one jot for the concerned glances.
Thankfully dad rescued me and I could return to my pit to sleep another four hours.
What a lost day. I could cry when this was all my view of the outside world
Yup I'm having a pity party. Poor me