The 20th of April. I do not feel good. Eating my entire After Eight Easter egg all in one go might have seemed like a reasonable plan in order to get it out of the way, but it's left me feeling rather sick for the past five hours or so.
This morning I watched Sunday Brunch, then we picked up Grandma and went to The Cock Inn for lunch. I had seared pigeon breast on a sweet potato rosti, then roast pork loin with mixed veg, apples, potatoes, and a Yorkshire pudding for some reason.
This afternoon, I watched Despicable Me while eating my egg, and since then I've had to lie down to try and stave off actual vomiting.
I may end up having the steroid injection into my tongue.
The 21st of April.
I am feeling much better this evening having not eaten almost an entire Easter egg today. The entire experience of yesterday has kind of put me off finishing it off, to be honest.
I got up at nine and spent my morning having breakfast and drinking coffee, thinking Danny was going to arrive at twelve for a session, but he had an emergency and had to cancel. It was fine; we'll reschedule. I still did my workout, just later - I did it during Harry Potter 3 this afternoon.
Christine went home at 12, having been bitten by one of Oscar's fleas as a parting gift. I am so glad that bugs do not find me tasty, even with all my different bloods.
My mouth is stable, I think. I just have to keep an eye on it and keep being diligent with the mouthwashes. I would really rather avoid being stabbed in the tongue.
