Thank God for Vomit

There’s nothing quite like twelve hours of D&V, after a week-long chest infection, to take your mind off the latest 4 month spell of depression. These three factors left me feeling quite sorry for myself in the wee hours of this morning. But as the bowels of my digestive system met the bowels of the night, I began to learn afresh about the power of thankfulness. Loathe as I am to admit it, I’m quite a gifted host of pity-parties – particularly when I’m the only one on the guest-list. With the party in full swing on my bathroom floor […]