Without Food
Oct. 19th, 2013 09:44 amIt's fascinating in a gruesome way. This will be my third day without food. My body has stopped behaving disgracefully, but my stomach's got some kind of vigilante bouncer thing going on, letting nothing in except water, and only a little at a time. When I really splash out, I add a tint of orange squash to it, but that's got to be infrequent. Waves of nausea rise but don't lead to anything.
The funny thing is, I don't need to eat. I had one hunger pang last night, small, barely noticeable, then it disappeared. And I am not hungry now. It's in my head that I would fancy a cup of coffee, but it's not a need, not a hankering or craving. I'm OK without. I had headaches for the past two days and they seem to have stopped.
The whole thing has been quite a system shock. To some extent it is unfortunate that this has happened so close to our Whitby visit, as I can't help thinking that the best way back to health for both of us, when we can eat at all, would be small portions of boiled rice, steamed veg and banana, while Whitby is going to be about absinthe and fish and chips. I say 'both of us' because poor
larians had to come home from work early yesterday having been struck down by the same hideousness. We spent Friday night in bed watching The Black List and various clips from Mock the Week.
He questions the guilt of the dried egg, but he did have some, so it's not out of the question. If it's not that, it'll be this winter's latest virus; you'll know you have it if you feel like there's a big plastic bag in your stomach, and you keep stretching out your achey legs to ease pressure on your tum.
But I hope this son-of-a-bitch is a result of dodgy dried egg, and ends asap. It's not something I would want to pass on to anybody.
The funny thing is, I don't need to eat. I had one hunger pang last night, small, barely noticeable, then it disappeared. And I am not hungry now. It's in my head that I would fancy a cup of coffee, but it's not a need, not a hankering or craving. I'm OK without. I had headaches for the past two days and they seem to have stopped.
The whole thing has been quite a system shock. To some extent it is unfortunate that this has happened so close to our Whitby visit, as I can't help thinking that the best way back to health for both of us, when we can eat at all, would be small portions of boiled rice, steamed veg and banana, while Whitby is going to be about absinthe and fish and chips. I say 'both of us' because poor
He questions the guilt of the dried egg, but he did have some, so it's not out of the question. If it's not that, it'll be this winter's latest virus; you'll know you have it if you feel like there's a big plastic bag in your stomach, and you keep stretching out your achey legs to ease pressure on your tum.
But I hope this son-of-a-bitch is a result of dodgy dried egg, and ends asap. It's not something I would want to pass on to anybody.
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