We are two broken beings at home today. Yesterday started with George texting me that his cyst had broken.
Basically he has a pillar cyst (not dangerous and forms in your hairline) and it gone totally bananas and he woke up to it oozing.
He headed to the ER to have it looked at.
Me, I felt a bit ropey in the morning but around lunch time it kicked off and I puked at work.
Headed home to a man with an infected cyst and me feeling very, very sick.
At least two were healthy in our house. It’s a very weird feeling having someone kick around when your stomach is upset.
And kick he did. It was probably like an amusement park in there.
We are better today but both still home. I just can’t be bothered to compromise on my health for work right now.