I had the hamthrax.

I went out for a day with the people from the squat. We went to the park to enjoy some sunshine and have a picnic. Sitting in the park, bullshitting and drinking some beers, skating, bbqing; just enjoying life.

After a few hours, we split up and made seperate ways. I went back the house to drop off my camera which was out of juice. Jack joined me and after a while we heard the crew had gone up the street to a pub which was having a free Reggae/Ska night. I got myself together and went out to skank! oi!

We walked up the pub, a couple kilometers, and as we got there, we got a call: everyone was across the street now and getting ready to go down to another friend's house as the music wasn't going to start for a few hours still. Jack and I walked out to the street where they crew was waiting for a bus, we joined them just as it came.

After a while at the house, I decided to go around the corner to visit some other friends, and as I started out on my solo mission it hit me.

It hit me hard.

I didn't know at the time... and I haven't been actually diagnosed, but I've decided that it was, the dreaded, Swine Flu. 3 people from the squat had it in the last week, and I had been hoping that I'd avoid it.

I knew immediately that I'd be vomiting within the night, and it wasn't booze induced. I was really quite sick. I made my way back to the squat and reached for the communal key's hiding spot.

It slipped out of my hand, I heard a 'ping!' and looked down. I couldn't see the key anywhere. I got on my hands and knees, which just made me feel more sick. I was groping around in the dark, using my phone as a flashlight, trying to find the key, frantic that there might not be a spare. I could have possibly just locked 8 people out of their squatted home.

Someone came home from next door who had a phone and called around to my housemates. One of my them was home and let me in, he couldn't hear me knocking on the door because his bedroom is so far away. he looked for the key and eventually found it. But my night only got worse.

I was spewing liquid out of both ends all night. Totally dehydrated, but anything I drank just came out 15 minutes later. I was getting hot and cold spells, shaking a bit, and it was freezing out, every trip to the bathroom was a dip into hypothermia. I was miserable.

What made it worse was that three other people from the house had it as well, we all spent the night puking and shitting together in complete misery.

I made it through the night and spent the next day curled up on the couch in my sleeping bag, drinking gatorade and eating bland rice.

I'm back in action now, ready to take on Australia.