Tried to eat real food on Friday, and promptly gave it back over to the porcelain god. I’ve been living on a bowl or two of soup and two slices of toast a day, because that’s about all I can keep down.
And I’ve been dreaming of food. DREAMING of food. Nachos, Taco Bell, hot dogs. It’s a good sign that I have cravings, but I’m filled with a nausea that won’t let me consume very much of soft bland foods, let along anything hardier. I’m still very weak, and I hate the nausea. It’s like there’s a fist in the middle of my chest, and beaneath that, this broiling slosh of burning stomach acid that refuses to let me eat anything it doesn’t like.
Drinking lots of water, soda, apple juice. Apple juice is good. I just can’t believe this is going on this long. I’m afraid that if I do buckle and plop down $150 for a doctor they’ll say “Sleep a lot, and drink some apple juice.” ARRGGG
We’ll see. I tend to have more energy in the morning, less at the end of the day, when I tire myself out. I’m optimistically saying that I do feel a smidge better each day, but I can’t really back that up.
I’m still down for the count, irritable, weak, tired, and have trouble concentrating. This is crappy for a number of reasons, because I have a lot of shit to do, but my body’s telling me to STOP, and I have to stop and wait for it to recuperate before I can even start thinking again about doing something non-useless.