I've been offline with horrendous D&V for the last couple of days. And I do mean horrendous. Worse than trapped gallstone and Long Itch Lurgy combined - full on regain-consciousness-in-a-pool-of-bodily-fluids-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bathroom-door type stuff. Barakta mentioned The Exorcist, so you don't have to.
Things seem to be improving, as I've managed to keep down a small amount of bread, and am no longer pining for a bag of Hartmann's.
The mystery is where it came from. Had a friend visit last weekend. He's generally being sensible about Covid and has had no symptoms of anything.
I did a DIY 200 on Tuesday, on which the only human contact was a conversation with a passing motorist while repairing a mechanical. I did wipe the oil off my hands in the verge and later operate a gate on a popular dog-emptying route. I took 800mg of Ibuprofen over about 5 hours, along with a sufficiency of cheese sandwiches, on the basis that a bit of acid reflux was preferable to having to bail because OwMeKnee and risking a covid-infested train.
Digestive system was surprisingly well behaved on Tuesday night and Wednesday, until I woke up with nausea and cramping at 4am on Thursday, and all hell broke loose a couple of hours later.
Barakta remains asymptomatic (by barakta standards). We've both done a PCR covid test (results pending), and I'm treating it as norovirus. Seriously, though, WTF?