Poor Julie. She's not been feeling well at all lately. I won't go into too much detail, but I will say that the toilet isn't too happy right now either.
The problem is that Julie was meant to be beginning a part-time job at our district hospital today, but we had a sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't be all that welcome right now. Especially in view of the fact that the norovirus has closed three of the hospital's wards already (Handy hint, folks. Use those little bottles of alcohol gel wash - they're not there to look good, you know).
This is not to say that Julie actually HAS the norovirus, so don't worry. She has some medication and will be her normal self again in next to no time. At the time, though, we were discussing what we needed to do. Obviously, Julie needed to see a doctor, as normal binding medication hadn't changed things. Equally important, though, Julie needed to call the hospital and let them know what was going on. After all, as Julie said...
Well, at least some things don't change; Julie appears to have all her marbles. She's also not lost her sense of humour. No sooner had she come out with this particular Gem than she burst out laughing. She knew full well what it was she wanted to say, but her wiring had crossed somewhere and come up with a faulty response. Oddly enough, it appears to be one of Julie's favoured current slip-ups.