SUDDENLY SICK

I can’t explain how hunger turned into sickness so quickly.

If I snapshot it in my memory it looks like me happily driving out of work, and into the low evening sun. Then it looks like me, standing in the Co-Op trying to decide what to eat before my meeting with Gareth and Graham. Then it looks like me deciding that my need for ‘output’ outweighs my need for input, and turning around and heading for the loo. Then it looks like me burning up with a fever, and telling Gareth that I need to go home.

And so, I’m home - ill within the space of barely an hour! And not hungry in the slightest. 

How did that happen? I was having a good day too: bit of documentation work, a lunchtime walk, some cheery conversation, a Twix; all the usual pleasantries. Even an hour of JavaScript Club! Now suddenly I’m lying in my bed, listening to the ticking clock and a burbling stomach.

Do you know that thing where your mouth is sort of watering, but it’s a prelude to er... excuse my lingo... being sick? I’ve often thought that the smell of Marmite induces that. And I love Marmite! But I have that watery feeling right now. I’m also very cold, like an icicle.

So, induced rest it is then. I might read for a while, then sleep for a while longer. Clearly my body is telling me I need to do something along those lines. And it’s about time I started listening.