Nothing in the oven

Days where one struggles to stay upright.

Last night, Leon rang up a few of the relatives to work out what we're all doing for Christmas. When told that I have been nauseous but it wasn't the flu, they asked, "She pregnant or something?"

"No", he reassured them. "She's not."

Turning up at work this morning, possibly against my better judgement, I was arranging to meet with a colleague over some Web issues - a meeting that I'd put off for two days given that I haven't been well.

"Have you got the flu?" she queried.

"No, just constant nausea."

"Oh? Got some good news for us?"

"No!"

And then I went to see the doctor. Charming young bloke.

"What can I do for you today?"

I explained my symptoms. He looked down at his notes, he looked up at me. He peered over his glasses, and made me think of Doogie Howser. "Any chance that you might be pregnant?"

"Noooooo."

(Aargh!!)

He didn't prescribe me any antibiotics (thank goodness), but he didn't have the funky instrument to poke into my ear to tell whether my ear pressure was too low. Throat, a little red. Breathing, okay. Heart, okay. Blood pressure, okay. No funny pains in stomach. Eventually, he wrote me a script for anti-nausea pills.

I took one not long afterwards, but I wasn't sure if it worked. The nausea didn't go away, and to make it worse, whatever was in the medication made me drowsy. I spent the afternoon feeling sick and sleepy.

Oh my ...

Days where one struggles to stay upright.

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06 December 2001, Thursday, 9:54 PM

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