We are aboard and enjoying a lovely time away from all the worries and work of home. All but one of our party are happy and well. Would anyone care to hazard a guess as to whom is less than their usual perky self?
The boy became unwell due to motion sickness. He is convinced he is suffering from food poisoning. I have argued that this can not be the case as we all have eaten and only he is suffering adverse effects.
I can assure you, he is quite capable of thinking and regurgitating simutaneously. Whilst being sick he has taken inventory of his recent consumptions and concluded that it was the prawn cocktail that did him in. No one else partook of it. He is sure.
Ms finally ordered me to take Michael straightaway to the infirmary this morning. We attempted the journey only to have the boy nearly faint in the passageway. Returning to our room, I rang and informed the medical staff that we would not be attending. They happily sent a doctor to our cabin to assess Michael's situation.
Oddly enough, he became even more pathetic upon seeing the Doctor, a very lovely blonde woman whom I would assume to be in her early 30s. Suddenly he is on death's doorstep. She was quite sympathetic and he received prompt treatment, a nice stinging jab in the backside. Which, even allowing for his very real illness, seemed something akin to an erotic pleasure for the boy.
::shaking head::
Yes, he has been ill, but must we reward him for it?
The jab seems to have done the trick. He has been sleeping, perhaps all afternoon. I did leave some bottled water by his bed. (This is becoming a habit, no?)
I left him to rest and joined the ladies, lolling about on deck in the glorious sun.
It is time for the evening meal. Perhaps Michael shall be well enough to join us tomorrow as we will be going ashore.
Ryan
