Bread 1 Debbie 0

Well I thought yesterday that my day couldn't get any worse... wrong.
I was meeting my friend today for lunch at a really nice restaurant, which incidentally I have been looking forward to visiting for ages. I thought I would just take the morning slowly getting ready and look every inch a lady that lunches, even though most ladies don't have tubes up their noses while dressed in their posh togs.

Thankfully I didn't sleep as bad as I have done the last few nights so I didn't have big black rings under my eyes, but my legs are still jumping about like tics.
I had a hot bath as I thought that would calm my legs and it did for a while. Or, it could have just been the next set of problematical events that took place that overshadowed my legs and took my mind off the jumping.

I decided to have a slice of bread and jam as I was still feeling a bit icky, but as I went to bite into the bread, I inhaled. I inhaled a piece of crust which flew down my throat and caused me to have a choking coughing fit. I was gagging and trying to breathe while vomiting all at the same time and of course just for added interest, the front door bell went to add to the mayhem.
By this point I was hanging onto the sink with my jumpy legs buckling, while trying to aim my vomit into the kitchen sink while missing my clean washing up and bread.
I am a polite puker!
My sister and brother-in-law were the ones on who rang my doorbell and were by now contemplating breaking in as they could hear me coughing and gagging for England and by this point I was praying very hard, as this was fast turning into my worst nightmare... I felt it was very possible that I was going to die with no knickers on and a very short khaftan!
I must have been a right git in my first life to warrant this.
Thankfully I managed to let them in and they got me some water and some knickers to put on and slowly I returned to being near normal for me, thats if you take into consideration that my eyes and nose were running and my freshly washed hair was now hanging in sweat... Great a real great look, so like a lady who lunches!

Unfortunately by now my throat had been so roughed up, that all I kept doing for the rest of the day was coughing and I really do feel knackered now.
I did get to lunch with my friend thanks to mustering every bit of bloody mindedness in me, all be it three quarters of an hour late and still very shaky, but I did call her in my defence and I did manage to eat some fish pie which slipped down nicely.
I managed to stay for the lunch and then I am pleased to stay that I retreated to my sofa and that's where I intended to stay for the rest of the day and night.
I don't want to be sociable anymore today. I feel absolutely shattered from being sick and coughing up nasties and I'm sure that there can't possibly be anymore phlegm in my lungs. There is however some on my new necklace, as I couldn't get it out the way in time when I was chucking up after lunch!
Nice... could this be why I am single????

Lots of love Debbie x