After a good weekend I went to bed Sunday night and all was well but little did I know, rough times lay ahead. It was around 4 in the morning,I woke with indigestion and my stomach was making some very odd noises. Well I lay there for around an hour and was gradually feeling worse untill a rush to the loo,where things were explosive to say the least from both ends. I spent the rest of the night and following day pretty much the same, 'urg'. My wife was next to come down with the dreaded lurgy and she returned home early from work. Next it was my daughter who was home from uni, followed by my son who was brought home from his friends late monday night. Well it was comical as we were all rushing to and from the loo's, thank god we have two, each of us carrying a much needed bowl for the sickness, next things got quite serious there was a cough, followed by the sound of my wife crashing to the floor as she collapsed in the toilet with the door locked. I hammered on the door and there was no reply so with a strong shoulder I broke the lock and found my wife blacked out on the floor. I shook her and shouted 'are you all right!' There was a little pause then she looked at me and said 'what are you doing', she did'nt have a clue and thought I was waking her in bed while she was sleeping. She was quite surprised to find herself on the floor in the bathroom. I had to stop my daughter from dialling 999 and calm the panic. Well we all had a very few ruff days and I'm not completly recovered yet but what I'm more worried about now is my Lung Transplant Assessment is on Tuesday next week. Iv'e spoke to the transplant co-ordinator and she has said still come in as long as I have no more diorrea so its fingers and toe's crossed because due to one thing and another this appointment has taken around 10 months to come round. I hope its not too much to ask, let next week be better than the last,PLEASE!!