In quarantine

Life got a bit more complicated and messy at Rock HQ on Tuesday when little t had to be taken to hospital, he having been sick Monday afternoon then took it on himself to cover his mother and grandmother in vomit (and fill at least one handbag) to such an extent that by Tuesday afternoon he was quite ill, the doctor thought an ambulance ride was required but we made do with grandma's taxi, not quite so dramatic but just as quick. After an age at the hospital with pipes and bags attached to him the poor little mite was allowed home late Tuesday evening and for some inexplicable reason the words "ah well things can only get better now" were uttered which of course prompted a severe downturn.
Wednesday morning saw my beautiful and oh so patient wife fall victim to whatever bug it was, followed by yours truly and grandma. Little t being a mere sprog rallied quite quickly but has spent most of the last 3 days either asleep or being hugged. Me being a bloke was obviously the illest of the group (scientific fact, cant argue with the facts) and so began a fast (good for waistline but not recommended) as any food in became ammunition for innards to fire in all directions outwards without warning. Like I said, messy.
In seriousness the sudden unexpected explosive discharge of pre chewed foodstuffs was a minor irritation compared to the muscle cramp (why so severe in my left foot?)  feeling cold (I made a big mistake of falling asleep wrapped in a duvet fully clothed under another duvet and was still cold but then moved on to the next stage, cooking myself) excessive sweating, thumping headache and feeling of utter fatigue.
As this seemed to be a illness that was passed on we decided to keep it to ourselves and stayed in miserable isolation, with no telly.
Thankfully the worst has passed (several times over!) and having contained a tin of oxtail within my digestive system for more than 8 hours I am sure that tomorrow will be as fun a day as planned.