November days are not generally super cold. Today when I went out with Stewie, it was only nineteen degrees. Luckily, it was a windless nineteen degrees.
Lethargy is the word of the day. Yesterday, I got through the day on a piece of peanut butter toast in the morning and my only other calories were an extremely, slowly drunk can of Coca Cola. Early on in the day, I was queasy and despite it, I went to the gym. While there, I realized that I needed to go home since I apparently had some sort of virus.
The symptoms were very acid reflux-like with frequent tastes of bile and a whole day where I could not eat and only sip coke and period tastes of water.
Nauseated was the word of the day. Once home from the gym after noon, I took it easy and I wasn’t all that sure that I wasn’t going to lose the little I had eaten.
I found out later when MK went out for a supposed chance to see two of our granddaughters at ballet class, which ended up in being the result of a fake news e-mail that was a false alarm. MK got there only to be told that the e-mail received was incorrect and it was not a day for seeing the girls perform. While there, she explained my symptoms as being the reason I was not there and Rita, Richie’s nurse, mother-in-law said not to worry since it was a twenty-four hour thing.
That was totally correct, by bedtime, my queasiness had subsided and I was able to go to bed and sleep through the night.
I must say that I am not overly hungry, but I was able to eat steel cut oatmeal and have a cup of decaf.
Never a dull moment.