What felt like the worst day of my life

You may have heard that on Monday, Mum Dad and Kit left me here on my own. They went to a small town north of Paris. The point is - I didn't know what to do. I wanted to meet people but how do I do that - walk up and say "Bon soir, je ne parle pas Francais"?

Eventually I just went out in the evening. I walked a long way before heading into the city centre. I went into “Guinness Irish Pub” which had a live band, playing covers. They must have done at least 4 sets of like 10 songs or something, they knew tons of songs. They played some classics like songs by Eagles or Rolling Stones but also some modern hard rock such as Metallica, Muse and even System of a Down.

After watching for a while, I went across the laneway to a pub opposite, and I heard an American voice outside. I said hi. We got talking. He was a 22-year-old from Boston who’s been living in Spain for the past year and a bit, teaching English as an assistant (ironically, probably similar to what I’m doing in Germany). He was in Paris with a girl from Belgium, who he works in Spain with, and an American girl, who also works in Spain but I think they only met in Paris coincidentally? Anyway, we had a drink or two in that bar, then another bar across town, then went into one or two more but decided they were far too pricey and they were getting tired at that stage anyway. I walked a long way home (no subway in the middle of the night) and crashed at 5am.

But that was just the beginning of what leads me to the title of this post.
Every 2 hours or so, I had to get up to walk to the sink and throw up. Then I would go back to sleep, thinking that would be that last of it. I thought it was because of the beer of course, but I hadn’t drunk that much so I was puzzled.

Next thing I know my family are home, it’s after 4pm. I let them in. I say hi. I vomit in the sink again. It turns out Mum had been sick as well. So now I reckon we both got some bug. I felt sick that whole day and slept. I felt bad because I lost a whole day of the trip where I could have done stuff. I even slept the entire night last night. I don't know how I slept for so long. Today I woke up around midday and we all went to the Musee d'Orsay (a famous art gallery). I still don’t feel like eating a proper meal yet though.

So in summary, I went out and had a great time, but then got sick for all yesterday. It feels SO bad when you are sick. Incomprehensibly bad. Is that a word?