Toast Never Tasted So Good

I haven’t eaten much for 36 hours.  Mostly because my body rejected the idea of food.  The thought of it. The sight of it.    I even made husband change the TV when he was watching a food show because it was making me physically ill.    I don’t know why I’m sick.  I don’t know if it’s food poisoning or a virus, or what.  I slept most of yesterday.  Which really bothers me.  I could have had the company of two little royal queen’s.   But I didn’t want to risk  them getting sick.   We could have gone shopping but I normally don’t like to do that anyway.  But not being able to do it made me want to.   I just lost all of that time to being sick.   I couldn’t read, or write, or watch TV.

But today…. today I ate toast.

And it was good.

Now, I am going to try and ride my bike.

If I can eat toast AND ride my bike I am well on my way to recovery.