On Thursday evening I ate something which didn't agree with me. I spent the next day being ill and sleeping (although I did get up, get showered, and went to deliver a cake. I got back into bed as soon as I got home).
I lost Friday and Saturday. Saturday I did actually get up, but I wasn't really functioning and I wasn't able to eat anything after toast for breakfast. I couldn't face tea, or coffee, or water. I drank a lot of tonic water both days.
Christmas Eve I did all the usual food preparations, but without the merriness of Madeira. Late afternoon, I ate a bag of ready salted crisps. I know it's a strange thing to decide to eat, I can only guess that my body needed the salts replacing, or something. It worked - a few hours later I actually felt a tiny it hungry, and was able to eat a bowl of weetabix.
Christmas Day happened. I had an egg for breakfast to see how my tummy was feeling. It grumbled a bit, but seemed OK. I cooked lunch, a bit more stressed than usual. The goose was lovely and, I ate a reasonable sized lunch. Still no alcohol. Afer the washing up and clearing away, we watched TV, no energy for anything else.
Boxing Day also happened, and I felt much better in the morning, near normal. I made coleslaw, which I just couldn't face making on Christmas Eve. I made a gin cocktail in the evening, no other alcohol for me. Lunch, Tea and Supper was a running buffet, I ate quite a lot. I was reasonably hungry.
Today, I feel fine.
