Just wanted to relay a terrible brewday 2 weeks ago. I bottled the result last night and I'm amazed it's not rubbish. The brew night started ok, mashed in grain for a strong stout, and then around midnight, just before the sparge, I felt bloody awful. Lay down for a while with the grain still in the esky. Woke up in darkness with an overpowering urge to spew. Rushed to back door but the wife had locked it. Proceeded to do a projectile vomit through the screen door whilst struggling with the lock. Mess from asshole to breakfast. Proceeded to spew at regular occasions throughout the night, more and more violently. Ah, the gastro had taken hold.
Next day, I felt f***ed, but knew I had to finish brew, but even the thought made me rush back to bathroom. Took me 6 hours to finish, with intermittent spewing. Sweating like forty bastards into the fermenter, as Perth on that particular day hit 42 degrees. Wife badgering me all day...'Look at you, you're sick but you're still brewing, you're a bloody idiot, go and clean the door!!!' (it still had bits in the fly wire from last night)
Finally finished and collapsed, couldn't eat or drink for three days, vomiting continuously, but! I finished the batch, and it tastes fine. Now that's dedication. :beerbang:
Next day, I felt f***ed, but knew I had to finish brew, but even the thought made me rush back to bathroom. Took me 6 hours to finish, with intermittent spewing. Sweating like forty bastards into the fermenter, as Perth on that particular day hit 42 degrees. Wife badgering me all day...'Look at you, you're sick but you're still brewing, you're a bloody idiot, go and clean the door!!!' (it still had bits in the fly wire from last night)
Finally finished and collapsed, couldn't eat or drink for three days, vomiting continuously, but! I finished the batch, and it tastes fine. Now that's dedication. :beerbang:
