I have been away from the 'blogosphere' for a few days because I've been feeling really terrible. The feeling is best described as the worst sea-sickness in history meets the worst hang-over in history. For three days at a time I can't lift my head from the pillow nor hold down food.. so I end up feeling horribly weak.
On Saturday (which happened to be my birthday) the whole cycle kicked off again and I ended up seeing a Doctor in A+E. She has told me that I've got Labrynthitis. Now I'm on some pretty strong medication and the world is looking a better place again.
This evening I had my first food for three days. I didn't fancy any of the 'seasoned and textured' food that was in the fridge so my sister brought round a tin of Chicken soup. It was just what my palate was craving. It also brought back loads of memories of eating tins of tomato and chicken soup when I was ill as a kid. Mum used to make up a pretty tray and bring it to me in bed, then sit chatting to me as I ate it. I was only allowed downstairs for a few hours after lunch so that the bed could 'air' - then back to bed for a good night's sleep.
Good nights' sleep are not a problem at the moment - these tablets make me seriously dopey!