I'm taking this opportunity to get a quick post in while I feel up to it. Since Monday night the nausea has kicked back in and by the time I get home, all I want to do is strip, eat and go to bed (in that order). B made a really nice dinner for me tonight (okay, most nights) and I took one look at it and thought I was going to throw up just looking at it. I just couldn't force myself to eat it. So I ate a nice healthy dinner of bagel bites instead. Mmm. Pizza, pasta and pizza and pasta related items seem to be the only things I even sort of like these days. Food has become fuel to me this week, it is no longer pleasure and that's weird. The other weird thing is that the things that I usually love and crave (chocolate, ice cream, cookies, anything sweet) don't sound appealing to me AT ALL.
The nausea is not specific to any time of the day, the worst of it comes and goes throughout the day, but it is constantly there at some level. I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not. I know this is GOOD. It is a good sign that there's still something going on in there. It is just hard to focus on that when I'm concentrating so hard on not throwing up. In meetings.
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