In our house the week before Christmas went a bit like this.....

3.15 am on Monday 15 December - Keith throws up, uncontrollably after having had chips, chicken kievs and cauliflower cheese grills at 10pm the night before..... there was a hugely gross smell in the bedroom even though bless him he cleared it up... I viewed it, looked like a chicken Korma gone wrong, took one wiff and moved out of the bedroom. My 4 year old woke up with all the comotion..... and together we left Keith to the bathroom praying to the porcelain god and took up residence on the sofa for the night....

4 year old had a raging temperature on Monday morning and in my opinion wasn't fit for school...

We visited the chemist and obtained dry and chesty cough mixtures as we both had coughs.

The rest of the week was spent in and out of concsiousness either in my daughter's bunk beds... me on the bottom and her above.... or on the settee through the day... We would get up, have a drink and within 20 mins would be asleep again. As for the other half.... he spent nearly all week in bed upstairs out of the way..... occasionally coming down for the odd fag and a drink.

After the unconscious week the coughs not moving at all and me getting up in the middle of the night to cough myself into gipping.... we visit the docs who puts me on ventalin cos I am wheezing!

On christmas day we did get dressed and have a bit of dinner with the in-laws but I already knew at this point that my insides weren't well. I think I have managed a night or two now without finding myself red eyed at the sink in the bathroom wanting through up with coughing....

as for food intake, like I say, its in there a while..... and then all hell breaks loose....... literally.....