It was a struggle getting through it all this morning but it was a struggle I was glad to have.

Emergency neck splint for Toddler SSG’s Deeno who suffered a few unstable vertebral fractures from being over hugged with toddler passion.

I was struck down by some kind of bug over the weekend.  During which all I really felt like eating was good old white sandwich loaf.

Many thanks to Anna of the Mutton Years for her genius reminder about fish finger sandwiches and bonus life hack for store bought humous (also in the same post).

Fish finger sarnies are a thing of beauty when you’re feeling queasy.  Even when it’s not hangover related.

My final near death bed white sandwich loaf meal was this.  Toasted, buttered and then topped with poached eggs.

Deeno after I fitted him with his very own Aspen collar.

All those refined, processed carbs must have done their trick because I woke up this morning feeling more human than I have in days.

The fruit display at my new post gym coffee place / juice bar.

There’s nothing like recovering from a nausea heavy illness to make you fully appreciate that first cup of recovery coffee.

But I didn’t take my good health for granted.  I stepped well away from the Nutella Love Bombs…