The Morning After The Day Before

Thursday 14th October

Having spent a fairly rough night I wake up not feeling nauseous but still with a slight headache.

I demolish my bowl of porridge followed by two types of anti-emetics and one steroid, all washed down with warm milk. My stomach doesn't feel like it would like anything cold.

Everyone, especially my mother, tells me to rest and take it easy. To be honest it is physically impossible to do anything else. Not only is the flesh weak but the spirit is also unwilling. Even doing my usual crosswords, sudukos, ken ken and code word puzzles is far to taxing on my cotton wool brain. I watch a bit of TV and then go back to bed.

Lunch consists of lots of Marmite and toast, which tastes a little metallic. I have to eat in order to take the next round of drugs. One emetic and one steroid.

More TV and then bed again.

I get up when Nick and Hannah return from school. Sitting on the sofa is too tiring so I have to lie down. The cats think this is the way everyone should be and one of them joins me!

For supper I have tomato soup and lots of bread. Bland is currently my favourite food. Followed by the last lot of drugs for the day, two anti-emetics.

I manage to stay up until 10pm and then pass a fairly good night. No headache or nausea - hooray!!!