Sick and homesick

I've been sick. Proper sick with vomiting and migrane and not being able to sit up to drink water. Crap sick.

If there is ANYTHING in the world guaranteed to make you miss your mammy, it's being sick. Whenever I was sick, right up until moving out of home, my mum would bring me a bed tray with scrambled eggs on toast, orange juice, tea, water and two panadol.

Never mind that I couldn't have held down scrambled eggs with buttery toast and a cup of tea, never mind that when I tried to take panadol they came right back up again, never mind that I'm now allergic to orange juice, never mind that I'm almost thirty, I wanted that tray of food in my single bed in Dublin brought by my mammy- and that's all there is to it.