Oh God, it's a disaster...

[panik]

I tell you. An absolute, bloody disaster.

I'm supposed to be working. I have a book to write, I have a major long chapter all planned out and ready to get on with.But...

I was supposed to go to acupuncture this morning - never made it (again) because Mark, my beloved, has (we think) accidentally ingested a tiny quantity of washing powder. O:!!!! He was really ill last night; terrible stomach pains and diarrhoea. I wanted him to go to A&E but he wouldn't. This morning, he's a lot better, but he still has a sore stomach and loose bowels and is not really over it. My nerves are in shreds, I tell you.

But by ten O clockish, he seemed more or less OK, and is laying on the bed as I write, eating crisps and watching The House Detectives, so, thinking this was a great opportunity to finish this chapter, I powered up the laptop up, fully intending to work and I find -  LJ is FULL of new fic, and interesting discussions and meta, and The Eighth Doctor and Fitz..
and I HAVE to tear myself away and GET ON WITH SOME WORK; but how...?

Please. Help. Help me resist the temptations, for they are many.

Comments

[chriselora55.livejournal.com]

Glad Mark is feeling better. What a fright you both had. Scary stuff.

Sending calming and healing vibes your way.

*hugs*

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

It was not a happy time, but all seems well now, thank God.

Thanks for the good wishes, hon. ::Breaths deep and calmly of your healing vibes::

I shall take the boy a cup of tea in a tic; he's still stretched out on the bed, watching daytime TV, surrounded by crisp packets and the sad, wrinkled, silver-foil remains of a Toblerone. (o: