Thursday, 10 June 2010
I am sick of eating cardboard.
You may wonder why I'm eating cardboard, I certainly am.
For a week now everything I eat is almost totally tasteless, so it may as well be cardboard.
I love the ritual of food.
I love cooking and preparing meals.
On the whole I love cooking for other people.
But right now even that is an enormous effort, as what's the point in making anything when it ends up tasting like cardboard.
For me there is nothing nicer than getting my breakfast ready. I eat fresh fruit, cold meats and a croissant most mornings, with one or two cups of coffee. Not now, I'm eating and drinking cardboard. So even though I'm still lovingly preparing my repast, this mornings was fresh pineapple, kiwi and nectarine, I can't taste it.
I'm eating things cause I know they are good for me. Providing me with the vitamins and minerals I need, but it's all just stuff I'm putting in my mouth and chewing.
Even the curry that youngest son made last night wasn't enjoyable.
I can't remember ever having lost my taste buds for so long.
So what with that and the adverse reaction to the first choice of antibiotics I'm feeling pretty fed up.
Yesterday it all just got too much and I couldn't stop crying. I haven't been this run down for a very long time.
I pride myself on looking after myself, lots of exercise, good food, pampering myself, resting all the things that counterbalance my hectic life.
But right now I can only cope with the bare essentials.
Even my eyes are too sore to read for very long, which is seriously bad, as my biggest form of pampering is escaping into books.
I feel like wailing and gnashing my teeth and complaining that woe is me, but I don't have the bloody energy!!!
Normal service will be resumed when the cardboard mountain has disappeared!
And it's cold, so I'm having to wear a cardigan at all times
And I'm sick of coughing and blowing my nose
And I'm sick of moaning!!!