Poor EVERYONE!!!

There are few things nastier than waking up around 3 a.m. to the sound of vomiting. Esp. if it's a buddy of yours. And **particularly** if its not due to their being foolish, like boozing too much.

From around three a.m. to around nine a.m., Gye Greene was in the bathroom (just one room away from where I sleep), vomiting. Not constantly, but intermittently. And, I think that's enough description, except to say that he had quite a run going at first, then a lull from around 5am to 9am, when he gave one last hurrah.

O.k., that's enough. Poor guy.

Luckily, with their married-couple intuitition, he and The Lady staggered their illnesses, such that The Lady was largely (though not completely!) recovered at this point, so she was able to help him as best she could. Still, in the end, it was just him, dozing through the wee hours on a pile of towels on the tile floor of the bathroom.

The Bub (Aussie slang for "baby"/"bubby") had a brief projectile vomit on the beginning of the week, but except for some nappy-contained looseness, seems chipper enough. So, out of the household, that just leaves myself, and the dog, to succumb...