Sitting in the living room, forcing myself to finish a little bit of yogurt and tea, in addition to paracetamol, the staple diet of last 3 days, when the hunger for information (have not been able to look at computer screen for same amount of time) wins and I start reading a menu of a possibly famous takeaway in Selly Oak, A's Place. Noticed "Chips in pitta bread" and almost felt sick. Normally I can tolerate thought of that (just thought), but whilst being ill, no. D came to living room and we had a full conversation about these chips, she thought it might be a typo on the menu!
On Sunday, woke up, went down for breakfast (my lovely housemates had even coffee ready), but could not eat. The temperature was not right, first I had thought it had been set to higher because E had guests, one sleeping on the floor of the living room, but no, heating was OK, it was my temperature. Told D I am at least not going to church in the morning, hoping that it will get better by the evening, but no, it had reached 39 by that time! And 38 to wake up on Monday, a bit less on Tuesday.
Of course, it is week 12, a holiday week for undergrads, my body is still working in 11 week cycles? Or just trying to tell me that if I work on a saturday, I will not get things done, because illness does not care about meetings or deadlines, for people who might want to open their laptop, illness might be so bad that they cannot even face going downstairs to get some water, let alone log into laptop and look at bright light that make headache even worse.
Fortunately, E made me soup which was ready after her pasta, so she first gave me a small portion of pasta, after which I could not eat any more, leaving the soup for the next day.
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