Two outfit shots for you, because I couldn’t even face my mac last night.
Ok, guys and dolls, want to know how not to get over a nasty infection? It’s real simple: try not to poison yourself. Got it?
On Tuesday I swallowed the last of my nasty antibiotics. I had been putting off eating the lamb chops I bought on Friday all week, as I’ve had no appetite at all, but decided I could put off eating no longer, and shoved a chop under the grill and some green beans and new potatoes in a pan of boiling water. Every time I went near the grill I got the whiff of something not quite right, but put it down to the horrible taste in my mouth and the horrible sinusitis rather than anything else. Also, lamb often has an odd taste when cooking, doesn’t it?
Feeling not especially hungry still, I started on the meat, leaving the veg in case I couldn’t face them. I couldn’t. In fact, half way through the lamb my stomach started to rebel quite strongly. I put this down to my barely having eaten solids in days. And then my body started doing that odd thing it does whereby it tries to stop you from either chewing or swallowing. Did I listen? Hell no!
This is how I woke up yesterday morning with food poisoning. I couldn’t hold down water all day, never mind anything else. My body emptied itself of everything it could, and the moment I got home from work I crawled (seriously – I’m not sure how I dragged myself from the station home upright) into bed and stayed there. My skin was sore to the touch and I was shaking violently. The only time I got up for a glass of water I was terrified I was going to pass out and bang my head and not be found for days… Ah the joys of living alone!
The good news is that today I feel considerably better. I still feel a little nauseous but nothing compared to yesterday, and I held down a banana and some grapes without a problem. (I wanted jelly, but M&S had sold out!) The rest of my nastiness has mostly cleared up – I’ve still got slightly delicate sinuses, and slightly delicate teeth too, but only on one side (two teeth). But I’ve got my appetite back, which is definitely the most important thing for me. Even when I feel like hell I’ve usually got a very hearty appetite – even if my throat, for example, is too sore to contemplate swallowing I still want to eat. Not wanting food at all actually scares me half to death.
Overall it is a vast improvement. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel!