Mum had the fabled 24 hour bug recently.
She's not allowed to have it really, being retired.
I did all I could, but just had to leave her to it in the end; I had work the next day (with food) and she's a grown woman after all.
It took her a couple of days to get over but when she did she thanked me for being so caring. And not in a sarcastic way.
Which choked me up a bit, I mean I was lying in bed listening to her cry at one point.
No sickness allowed until after New Year now. Until after 9th January to be precise
So I'm spreading loving and care and good wishes liberally around in the hope of getting a karmic get-out-of-sickness card. I've paid forward with my appalling bruised hand. Damn I wish you could all see it. I have a Technicolor Dream Hand. And aside from knowing I did it at work, sober, I can't shed any more light on how it happened.
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