Happy New Year!

(If you are the delicate type, you may wish to skip through this post!)

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before that one of my cousisns (the one we visited in Melbourne) and I used to get variations on the same gift for Christmas from relatives - the same thing but in different colours or patterns. One year we both got given a letter writing set that included talcum powder (I think to make the letters smell nice?!) and we used these kits to write letters to each other - nothing that interesting as we used to see each other fairly often anyways.

Somewhere along the line it came out that at some stage when she was younger, my cousin was so ill that she was sitting on the toilet AND throwing up at the same time - I then started to address her letters to Miss Poo and Spew. I can't be entirely sure who she addressed her letters too, but I'm pretty sure that it was related to the time I picked up my dog and patted him on the back like a baby and he threw up on me.

I should have realised that she would have to be in a pretty sad state of affairs to be pooing AND spewing, but I guess I never really realised how bad she would feel.

Until last night.

I. THOUGHT. I. WAS. DYING.

I didn't have too much of a big night - we were about to walk down to xhmM's place when it started BUCKETING DOWN rain and hail... here's the view when we were about to leave, out the front:

and out the back:

(The pics do it no where NEAR justice - it was hailing and the rain was pouring down at 135 degree angle!!)

So we waited a while and then caved, driving the Swift down the road, then waited 5 minutes in the car before xhmM's gf realised we were still not inside, and let us in through the garage.

I had four cruisers and three frozen daiquiri's, and felt fine the entire night (with the exception of seeing the embarassing footage of me at the reception from the wedding we attended in November!) and we headed off just after 1am as we were only sitting on the couch watching video hits (it wasn't ALL that boring - the wedding ppl brought extended family who were responsible for dropping glass, unlocking the toilet and pushing the grooms head through the toilet window AND spilling a glass of red wine all over the carpet!).

I was settling to sleep at about 2am and mentioned to The Hun that my tummy was feeling a bit crook - my head felt fine and I wasn't drunk, but I felt queasy... at 4am - DISASTER struck. I woke up and figured it was just my body getting ready to release some of the water I was drinking before bed (just in case) so hopped up but almost fell over - I was quite dizzy. And once I made it to the bathroom? Well, I'll skip over the finer details, but there was sweating, almost retching, some blind moving from the seat to the floor and back again, ringing ears, shoulder pain, dizziness and the toilet mat ended up in the bin.

I'm feeling better today (I felt a lot better when I returned to bed almost an hour after I last left it though there was some shivering), but have stuck to boiled rice, water and a Gatorade thing - there is NO WAY I want to risk feeling that crook again.

Though I'm not sure what did it - I only ate 2 pieces of toast with nuttelex, a bag of salty chips, two nut burgers and two rolls, but it wasn't the lack of food that did - something must've been dodgy... I'm THIS close to emailing my cousin to apologise (again) for all that 'tween' nastiness.

Anyways, hope you all had a fun(ner!) NYE and I promise to have a non-toilet post up soon!