Here’s my past 6 days: Wednesday and Thursday felt a bit off, slightly nauseous off and on during the day, low appetite but hungry when food is in front of me. Think little of it, go to dance class Thursday night, dance for three hours thinking about Em (I think she’s password protected so no link), go buy false eyelashes for the first time ever in anticipation of our flamenco recital Saturday night, get home, feeling tired, suddenly feeling extremely queasy, run to bathroom a few times, nothing emerges as I’ve eaten about 6 corn chips since lunchtime. Crawl to bed with large bowl, do tapping/EFT to quell nausea which works for about 5 minutes, can’t go to sleep as I must lie on back to relieve nausea and I can’t fall asleep on my back, eventually fall asleep after bolting upright to grab bowl a few times but still nothing. Wake up Friday – MOVING DAY – still feeling spectacularly shithouse, don’t eat, just drink peach ginger tea, and with numerous and frequent breaks during which I deep breathe and think of meadows and butterflies and mint and fresh air, manage to do packing and coralling of volunteers until about 1, at which point I am as white as the pale puking kid off The Simpsons and my aunt makes me go and buy some Gravol. Take 2 of those and assume horizontal position while my aunt cleans out my kitchen cupboards which the previous owner had neglected to do (note to you, previous owner: sticking horrid air freshner thingys everywhere is the opposite of cleaning, and I can still smell them, and I blame them for the headache I’ve had for the past few days, and you suck for not wiping out the fridge or the cupboards). Drift in and out of consciousness until my brother and sister in law arrive to check out house and give me early birthday present. Try to show them around but standing up is very very bad at this point so I tell them to knock themselves out and return to being knocked out on the couch. Happy to report I managed to visit with them from horizontal position and then open birthday present without vomiting. Said thank you and goodbye and crawled upstairs to bed where I fell asleep on my bare mattress on the floor covered by my winter coat. Wake up later on, manage some broth and rice crackers, feel slightly better then much worse. Want to die. Go to sleep on back (somehow have mastered this) and wake up Saturday feeling slightly dodgy but like a million times better than the night before. Skipped second meeting of women’s circle (boo), begin unpacking kitchen (still not complete, by the way – Mein Gott, I have a lot of kitchen stuff), feel better throughout the day, manage to make it to flamenco recital with Manny and my grandma, miraculously only screw up once in the harder dance I’m in, have tons of fun batting false eyelashes at everyone, resist eating anything but broth and rice crackers all day despite scrumptious empanadas being sold at recital, go home, sleep on back. Wake up Sunday, watch Coronation Street, unpacking, feeling worse and worse as day goes on, just an odd nausea that feels like being overly full after a huge meal and limbs that feel like plutonium, skip Grey Cup party aka Super Meat Bowl at neighbour’s/friends’/boss’ house across the street. Manage to sleep on side and not die. Get up Monday, get ready to go to work even though it’s clear I should not go to work, go to work, in 20 minutes realize it’s a huge mistake, go home, stopping only to buy applesauce, blueberry juice and tea, assume horizontal position for the entire.fucking.day. Watch P.S. I Love You which is a bright light in what has become a dark world of nausea and boredom, and cry at the movie, and eat applesauce.
Wake up this morning feeling still not good, but decide I have to go to work as am only one in office all week. Shockingly am still here with an hour to go until quitting time, and managed to eat a full meal of solid food (ok, it was still bland, but rice and stir-fried veggies is closer to food than I’ve had in nearly a week, so please forgive my excitement). Still feeling weird sensation of being totally full, and standing up is still not my favorite position, but it’s waning. Look like person in the first half of a What Not To Wear episode, but am ok with that, for today.
Will return with real post and pictures of great new house once wireless is running in new house and plutonium-limbed feeling is completely gone.
