Sick and tired
This past weekend, my baking consisted of blueberry muffins for church. I didn’t get to see how people reacted to them but my husband tells me they were a success.
I didn’t get to church on Sunday because I was downed by what has been either a nasty case of food poisoning or a stomach bug. I originally figured it was food poisoning, blaming the salad I shoved into a sandwich on Saturday night, the salad wasn’t exactly fresh and I’m from a family where food isn’t thrown out so I just ate it, you know? Tasted all right. But now I’m more inclined to think it’s been a stomach bug. I spent a lot of Sunday in the bathroom, sapped of energy and nauseous with a slight temperature. I’m so glad we got an electronic thermometer, so much easier to read than the mercury ones. So I felt rotten through and through. Anthony was a wonder; he popped into town to update his railcard and bought me lemonade - because flat lemonade is good for combating nausea. He even very sweetly bought me a surprise gift - Red Dwarf series 4 because he knows how much I love the DVD extras and the episode ‘Dimension Jump’. I felt very blessed and very loved.
I had myself a bath; something I very rarely do, and set my laptop up across the room so that I could enjoy watching some wrestling while bathing. I felt very decadent lol. I sort of drifted through naps in the morning and then sat and watched TV for the afternoon. I did manage to go into work on Monday, though in hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea. I didn’t feel terrible but I wasn’t exactly well. I’m doing better now, my head doesn’t feel as angry and my nausea is allowing me to eat now but my stomach still isn’t right. I’m hoping it’ll go soon. I’m eating sensibly and trying to take life a little slower. This means I’m not writing as much as I normally do but my husband assures me I’m allowed a break when I’m sick. It probably is what’s best. Lord, I hate being ill. It feels like so much time is wasted. But I do live my life quite intensely and it’s not surprising that occasionally my body waves the surrender flag and makes me slow down for a bit. It’s certainly done it before. All good thoughts please :)