Just in case anyone I talk to wondered what on Earth was with me last night, for I know I was too addled to communicate very well: I've come down with gastritis again.

The reason I took this to A&E rather than the out-of-hours doctor was that when I called the out-of-hours doctor for the second time to tell him that taking paracetamol and waiting for the morning wasn't working as I was just sick again, he told me to present there. I wasn't in any particular danger, just hellishly uncomfortable, but I did want to see a doctor ASAP instead of having to wait 8 or 9 hours for my regular doctor's to be open.

Long story short I finally got to see a doctor at about five in the morning and he confirmed what I suspected (yes, it's the same thing you came down with while you were doing weissday and to prove it we're going to give you another of those IM injections) and told me that there's not a lot that can be done with gastritis but take anti-emetics to help with the nausea and wait for it to go away. Then I came home and slept.

So that's what I'm doing: being ill and sleeping and drinking a lot of water. Don't mind me if I'm scatty or scarce for a day or so.