Wee Wog settled herself nicely on Young Master's quilt and leaned on the bolster. The air in Young Master's room is cold, everything on the bed is soft, so she'll just sleep while Young Master goes about doing what he needs to do - after all, he just came back, and now that they've played a while, Young Master will go and B-A-T-H in that room with water before sleep time.
There's the sound of water gushing in the white water bowl. There's that raining sound. Wee Wog shuts her eyes and rests.
Young Master comes out from the other room, and soon will come to bed! He'll open up the quilt so that the quilt can double up as a nice soft mattress and to cover Wee Wog from being too cold at the same time.
Oh, Young Master has gone back into the room again. And there's the sound of water gushing into the white water bowl again. And the raining sound.
Young Master comes out from the room! Sleep time! Young Master gets into bed. Open blanket! Open blanket! Wee Wog peeks out through slits from her eyes without moving, it's very comfortable. Much more comfortable here compared to her box.
Young Master is not opening the blanket...Young Master is getting out of bed and going back into the room again.
Young Master is out from the room. Hmmm he's going in again...oh he didn't close the door this time. Hmmm is Young Master going to drink from the water bowl? Oh, what's that noise Young Master is making?
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So the whole of Saturday night till Sunday morning was spent purgin' and regurgitatin' dinner and after-dinner vodka. There was some food poisoning or stomach bug from our dinner at Paddington's, which amounted to our stomach having zero solids before hitting the alcohol.
Talk about a bad combination. The alcohol made our situation worse as we ended up heaving just so to get rid of the alcohol from our body faster. Everytime we thought we could crawl into bed and try to sleep we ended up heading back to our toilet...it wasn't a very pretty sight. By 6am we were thinking whether we should get our stomach pumped to make it easier, but decided against it. By 7am we were exhausted and our stomach wasn't any better - but we've pretty much almost empty out everything.
That, and a mild fever with body aches, meant that Sunday was spent in bed after stuffing ourself with Panadols and iModium to keep everything at bay.
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ORS, loperamide and naloxone! I guess you would know better than me. ;p
Hope you're feeling better now.
p/s: Is Wee Wog a cute doggie?
I did not know it was THIS teruk.
Gosh, so horrible??? How bad was the chief's condition?
that sounds bad.. take care
Alcohol is bad bad bad bad bad!!!!!
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