Cath went to visit her niece and great niece in Marseille on Monday so I was on my own for a few days. By Tuesday at work I felt a bit funny – I wonder if the leftovers – les restes – I had eaten had gone off.
By Wednesday morning I felt awful and had to tell my boss I would be off sick for the first time. I spent most of Wednesday in bed. But I did book a doctor’s appointment for Thursday knowing at the very least I would need a sick note.
Thursday’s 10 minute walk to the doctors took about 25 mins. She examined me and said it could be food poisoning or a stomach bug – le gastro – as there is a lot about.
She prescribed some painkillers and spasfon.
She said I should feel better in a couple of days. I went home and began to take the pills but then before I went to bed – I threw up three times. Hmmmm, Spasfon.
But most importantly I had this:
You need an avis d’arrêt de travail for even one day’s absence so at least I had that.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 