May 14

 Wipe out.

Fairly hefty bout of feeling ill yesterday. Came on as the afternoon rolled around, stuck with me until mid evening. Not good. Not cool. Felt very rough at times.

Meh.

Ok. What's going on ? What did I eat ?

Not a lot. Couple of eggs. One apple. Four slices of homemade wholemeal bread. In fact. The only conspicuous thing in my diet is the fact I ate half a loaf of homemade wholemeal bread over 2 days.

And then felt ill.

Could be a coincidence.

I dont think it is.

Earlier in the week I had already had eggs - but this time with small white rolls, for no ill effect. So it's not the eggs.

Hum ho.

I have rescheduled the whole nephew weekend thing to next week. Hopefully I will feel better.

Today I have been feeling half sorry for myself, not feeling well, and noodling with some art with some napping in between.

And I am not super up for eating.

Brother is up in Norwich for a weekend ish. Pinged him late in the afternoon to see if he was up for a walk. No. Getting ready to go out. Sorta tried talking to my Sister. Also didn't get to do that. No one about. Not great. Then became consumed with not wanting to bother anyone else. Not feeling great. Heh. Just one of those days I guess. Hum ho. Shit Days.

The day is lovely. Perfect walking weather. Perfect chilling weather. And I feel grotty. And displaced. And unable to enjoy it.

Meh.

Bunker mode enabled. I mean. I was trying my best not to. But eh. Fuck it. When the universe gives you lemons. I take them and go into a bunker. Apparently.

Heh.

I am toying - stupidly - with the idea of just starving myself by and large. Just. Don't eat. Problem solved.

Very clever.

However. When I feel a little recovered, I might make another stab at bread making this time with white flour. And see if I get the same shitty reaction. I am not sure at this point I am up for further experimentation however. Bleh.


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