Nasty Norovirus

Having come out the other side, here is a poem from Jeff Green that sums it up well. 

In summary, initially  the 24 hours are brutal on the body, the next 24 hours you feel battered and empty, then you feel tired and wiped out. 
I’ve maintained the 48hours of self imposed quarantine since last dash to the loo and now I’m free to face the outside world again. 

Keeping on top of hydration is the hardest but used my supply of High5 Zero.

Norovirus has halted my training for four days, enough, time to kill the virus start get back on track. Missed Christmas πŸŽ„ dinners and social nights. Better now than Christmas holidays I suppose.


Norovirus

When the nasty norovirus finds a victim for its fun

He may find himself exploding like a dirty water gun

In between evacuations he will find a fitful rest

But it’s not a bowl of roses, as this poet can attest 

When the nasty norovirus holds a victim in its grips

It wont be romantic wordplay that is falling from his lips

Sitting down composing love songs is the last thing you will do

When your bum is firmly welded to the loo

Well that nasty norovirus may be vanishingly small

But it tried to stop me walking and I had a nasty fall

Now my guts are dancing rumbas and I’m feeling bloody sick

So I hope my antibodies can defeat it bloody quick

I assume that norovirus will eventually let go

And I’ll witness the cessation of the most unpleasant flow

But until I feel I’m better I will not come out to play

If you’ve any working braincells you will stay the hell away!

Β© Jeff Green thoughts β€’ personal β€’ illness

 

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