Bleugh!

I'm lucky enough to be pretty healthy, which is a bloody good job as I currently live in the US where a visit to a Doctor can cost you a pretty penny, hence I refuse to set foot anywhere near a clinic or hospital.
The only exceptions to my rule are if I have been involved in a plane crash or have been attacked by a shark or something, and simply MUST get medical attention or I may die, only then would I subject myself to the thousands of tests and appointments they smilingly insist you have (more than likely because the Doctor in question would very much like a new speedboat and wishes you to pay for it....).
However, my usual good health did take a bit of a pasting late last Sunday, and for the next couple of days I felt as rough as a badger's arse. Needless to say I actually stayed away from work for 2 whole days, can't remember the last time I did that apart from going on holiday (unlike a co-worker who shall remain nameless who has been off work because her dog died last Friday and in her own words she "is simply unable to cope with the grief". I'm in no way belittling her feelings of loss over a beloved pet, I just feel that she is overdoing the drama somewhat, and should be a damn sight more professional as she is actually Management Level and we have an Audit taking place at work at the moment. We all have different ways of coping with our own various problems, I just prefer to be a little more British.....stiff upper lip and all that.....).
So I have been at home for 2 whole days; no make up, no jewellery, no flowers in my hair, clad only in my pyjamas, mainly running back and forth between the bathroom and my bed. The dogs have been mightily confused, wondering who this unkempt puking creature is. Tiny Dog crept onto my lap, her big brown eyes full of confusion and concern, no doubt wondering why her Mistress had been replaced by this barfing Demon, while Whiney Dog was no doubt wondering if I would let her eat my puke as she thoroughly enjoys eating her own and had run out, having munched her way through what she had deposited on the lawn 5 minutes earlier. (The answer was an emphatic "No").
Today I am back at work, getting myself up to speed with the things I missed, and of course, finding a few minutes for a quick Blog. It would seem that the main excitement I missed was one of my colleagues sitting at my desk, kicking away the cardboard box I keep under there (that is actually my footrest as I am 4 foot 11 inches and cannot reach the floor with my feet) and promptly knocking the wires out of my computer with said box and causing everything to need rebooting.....
It's good to be back.
Today's photo is Tiny Dog Bindi, being so confused by me being home when I am normally at work that she put herself in her kennel (I normally put her in here while I am at work so she is not tempted to poo on the carpet; for some reason she will poo on the carpet when left unattended, but she will never poo in her kennel.)