I am so much better than I was on Monday and Tuesday, but not back to my rip-roaring self quite yet. Going to work Wed night was a definite mistake, but I've never been one to call in sick. This morning when I woke up I felt pretty great (comparatively), and taking a shower didn't exhaust me. I even met a friend at Alice's Tea Cup, where I was able to have a spot of tea and a mixed berry scone (which, granted, took me almost 1 1/2hrs to completely eat, and I sure gave Lizzy some interesting facial expressions to watch. And yes, it's not compliant with my gluten-free diet, but I figured eating pretty much anything at this point is a step in the right direction.). I've also gotten to the point where the smell of food doesn't make me nauseous. I went to Blockheads with my rm and her bf for lunch (where I consumed about 5 sips of weird tasting, tepid water) - and the food smells were actually pretty yummy. They kept trying to get me to eat, and their loving concern was touching. But I'm really glad I didn't eat, because when I went home and tried to take a nap, that scone made itself known with an unwelcome vengeance :(
Bad news: I've had a total lack of success with eating. I've barely eaten in the last 5 days. I've tried, and bless my rm, she's tried. I have absolutely no appetite, and even when I force myself to take a few bites of fruit or lean meat, I feel disgustingly sick.
Good news: I am now .6lbs BELOW my goal weight! Who'd've thunk that'd ever happen? Not this girl! For 5yrs I've been the same weight, and came to be fine with that. When I moved to New York, started walking everywhere and dancing, I toned up, got more muscle, but didn't lose any weight. Of course it only look a vicious, crippling virus to do the trick, but hey - always look on the bright side of life, right?
I'm still exhausted, but I'm hoping it's only because I've been sleeping poorly and haven't given my body much to run on, and not that I'm coming down with pneumonia. Stry has been such a dear through it all. He seems to know just when I'm feeling worse or getting more depressed about being sick, and he'll pop on up to snuggle.
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