Nov 11

 Finally by 10.30pm last night I felt a bit better, and sat on the computer for a few hours feeling fragile.

Despite having slept most of the day I soon felt tired, headed back to bed and there, tossed and turned restlessly until daylight, whereupon I fell asleep.

I slept in the front bedroom last night, for no better reason than it's comfier, and I was up and down whilst trying to sleep, peeing. The bed is comfier. Less supportive. My shoulders ache in that bed, but, overall it's comfier.

I woke up somewhere in the morning feeling smothered and awful. I got up for a pee, a drink of water, went back to bed.

The next time I got up I felt very awful, sluggish and groggy. No doubt this is also the layering effects of my sleep apnea making a more forceful appearance.

Nausea has been very bad today. It is now 7.30pm. It has taken me all day, dozing in and out to escape the worst of it, for my stomach to even begin to feel copeable with. A few times today it got so bad as to escalate to emergency kind of status. Body going into a stress response. Break out in sweat. Heart rate increase. Everything going sideways. I have managed so far to avoid it breaking out into a proper table flip.

Todays diet has been an apple, a wholegrain rice biscuit. A black coffee. Water. 100 calories. So far.

I have checked my weight a few times. It's dumping off. Losing at least half a kg per day. But these things are variable.

I have no clue how I am going to make work... work... this week. I may need to squeeze some time in the early hours when I feel a little better to get anything done.

I have tried very hard today to fight against it, stay awake, just deal with the nausea. But it's incredibly hard.

Hum ho.

I don't have plan other than waiting it out and eating minimally.

Gout got worse overnight again. Hilarious.

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