Ugh...

Seriously... I can't believe I'm starting the new year like this.

I felt nauseous on the first night of the year. I wasn't hung over, I didn't drink but a few sips of champagne. It was probably the salad.

After the first two sessions I spent hours sitting on the toilet, holding a bucket. I even tried to clean the floor. And the walls. Let's just say bending down wasn't a wise idea. I love my bucket.

I spent the 2nd of January in bed, trying to hold down empty tea and to nurse my throat back to a less painless stage. Throwing up has side effects. Let's just say my throat feels like it got burned. Acid is not fun.

I slept 2 hours, had to go to the toilet, luckily I wasn't throwing up, but I wasn't well. I'm trying my best not to spell out why I had to run to the toilet a couple of times. Anyway, sleep, toilet, tea, sleep, rinse repeat was what I did all day.

In the evening I was hungry and thought I could keep some food down. Have I mentioned all the shivering? Prolly not. I kept shivering and shaking, evidence of my blood sugar crawling below zero. Anyway, I ate half an orange and about 3 bites of bread. In an hour. I kept it down. So after a while, I mean an hour or two I was allowed to eat some apple puree. While we watched Batman Begins with my folks, which in itself is a miracle (my mom prefers chick flicks and my dad hates anything even remotely fantasy-like), I ate half of one apple's puree. Woo-hoo.

I ate the rest later.

Then I noticed I was running a fever. At first it was just 37,8°C, but my mom made me try again. It was about 38,1°C when I got fed up with taking my temperature, so I took an Aspirin. And went back to bed.

I woke up at 4 in the morning, hungry and craving chicken like mad. Ate one apple's puree, one slice of toast and currently munching on a small bun. I still crave chicken, damnit.