Sunday, Dec. 12, 2004 - 8:20 p.m.
A short entry about nausea, sorry
I guess it's a good thing that I know I am not pregnant. (I have already written in this here diary in previous months about how I might be carrying the new messiah - here I am again.) Maybe I am having a sympathy pregnancy for Uli? The only symptom, however, is not amenorrhoea but constant worrying nausea.I spent most of this weekend out in suburbia, just by Richmond Park. Lovely place, lovely people, lovely food; hideous nausea. The journey back this afternoon got progressively more worrying though, as I had to take three different tube lines (bloody Sunday engineering) and at each stop I had to weigh up my likelihood of throwing up against how quickly I wanted to get home against my innate loathing and fear of people throwing up in public. (I *hate hate hate* it and I'm damned if I'm going to join in.)
Thankfully, everything stayed within me, although I did have to sit, worrying for a while in C@nary Wharf toilets (pretty nice toilets too, for a tube station).
So - what can I do to help myself? Why am I still feeling sick? Should I take an emetic? What constitutes and emetic? Will someone go and do some shopping for me, because I haven't got any vegetables in and something like raw carrot would be nice now. Have I got malaria? How am I going to get to work tomorrow if I'm still feeling like this? Or do my Christmas shopping? Is it all psycho-somatic resulting from yuletide anxiety? And what the hell is the point of nausea, anyway??