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.