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That sense of déjà vu...
Jun. 29th, 2010 06:48 amAnd it wasn't something I'd been very keen on seeing again. But, as I never get tired of repeating, there's something good in most of the Relatively Shitty Things that happen to us -- relatively, that is, compared with the really bad ones -- and this time was no exception.
It all started on Saturday: got home after 1h tennis and 1h running, was hungry. Ate grilled chicken, just the meat (the best part of the breast meat and 2 drumsticks) and nothing else. It was already 3 p.m. by then, and unsurprisingly I wasn't really hungry when Irene and I went to have dinner at 7.
Now comes the "I really don't get any wiser with age" part. Did I propose to have dinner at 8 or 9? No. Did I just eat a salad? No. I didn't eat a big, fat lot, but I ate more than I should have, considering I wasn't hungry. So, when I got up at 3.30 on Sunday, I was feeling queasy, and the stomach wasn't quite happy.
By the time we were taking off in Zagreb, I was hungry and therefore ate a sandwich. Stomach said "hrmph" and wasn't quite happy.
Once in Vienna, I had breakfast with Daniel -- nothing big, just a roll with a bit of ham, but also 2 coffees -- and stomach said "yurck".
In the afternoon I met my mum, was hungry, and had 5 small canapés. No more coffee, but stomach said "urgh".
In the evening, Lovely Nephew Daniel and I cooked at Janine's place, and I was feeling fine.
This lasted for about 4 hrs, i.e. the time I spent sleeping on the couch like a very dead thing, and then the stomach took its vengeance. Just like 2 weeks ago: terrible pain in stomach and belly, throwing up, the works. Night of horrors. I finally fell asleep at 7, and when I woke up at 11, felt slightly better. Given that the exact same scenario as 2 weeks ago was repeating itself, it was of course impossible to write it off as a virus or any other one-time-thing.
Fortunately the doctor who has been taking care of me for many years -- and his father before him, which means he has something like 25 years of medical records at his disposal -- gave me an appointment for 2 p.m. I was feeling much better by then, though of course terminally weak, and very relieved when, after much prodding and probing, he diagnosed the problem as acute gastritis,
I think I've been drinking too much coffee, so I'll be cutting back on that. Tea till noon, and just a small coffee after lunch. That, and the pills he prescribed (stomach protection) ought to do the trick.
I was well enough in the afternoon to have tea, and a tiny slice of tea cake, with Janine and to do a little light shopping: Samsonite suitcase set (reduced price, and I'd been planning to get new suitcases for ages), 2 handbags (not reduced, but what can a girl do), sensible small backpack for hiking, 2 pairs of shoes (reduced), 2 dresses and 1 pair of trousers.
In the evening, mashed potatoes and lots and lots of ginger tea.
Then, eight hours of blessed, uninterrupted sleep.
I seriously intended to go running this morning, but have decided I'll leave it till tomorrow, since my knees are still feeling a bit weak, and I don't need to collapse smack in the centre of Vienna. Not in running gear.
So there'll just be breakfast -- tea, dry toast -- with Klaus, and lunch -- broth, pasta con niente -- with a former colleague.
Bad though the other night was, I'm glad it happened in Vienna, so I could get examined by my own doctor and get the right medication. (You have no idea of the things that go on in my head, when I'm feeling horrible in the dead of night. Hitherto undiscovered, terminal stomach cancer is one of the nicer scenarios) And there's of course the weight loss ;-)
The doctor also did an ECG, which is reassuringly perfect, but I look as if I had a relationship with a giant octopus.
Oh, and I forgot to mention this: while frying the mushrooms I still can't think of without feeling nauseous (new addition to tuna and beans), I splashed hot oil on my right hand -- nice blisters on middle and ring finger. Double punishment for eating mushrooms -- coincidence or cosmic revenge on a larger scale? Are the mushrooms Out to Get Me? Well, they don't need to worry. I'm not going to have any in a long, long time.
It all started on Saturday: got home after 1h tennis and 1h running, was hungry. Ate grilled chicken, just the meat (the best part of the breast meat and 2 drumsticks) and nothing else. It was already 3 p.m. by then, and unsurprisingly I wasn't really hungry when Irene and I went to have dinner at 7.
Now comes the "I really don't get any wiser with age" part. Did I propose to have dinner at 8 or 9? No. Did I just eat a salad? No. I didn't eat a big, fat lot, but I ate more than I should have, considering I wasn't hungry. So, when I got up at 3.30 on Sunday, I was feeling queasy, and the stomach wasn't quite happy.
By the time we were taking off in Zagreb, I was hungry and therefore ate a sandwich. Stomach said "hrmph" and wasn't quite happy.
Once in Vienna, I had breakfast with Daniel -- nothing big, just a roll with a bit of ham, but also 2 coffees -- and stomach said "yurck".
In the afternoon I met my mum, was hungry, and had 5 small canapés. No more coffee, but stomach said "urgh".
In the evening, Lovely Nephew Daniel and I cooked at Janine's place, and I was feeling fine.
This lasted for about 4 hrs, i.e. the time I spent sleeping on the couch like a very dead thing, and then the stomach took its vengeance. Just like 2 weeks ago: terrible pain in stomach and belly, throwing up, the works. Night of horrors. I finally fell asleep at 7, and when I woke up at 11, felt slightly better. Given that the exact same scenario as 2 weeks ago was repeating itself, it was of course impossible to write it off as a virus or any other one-time-thing.
Fortunately the doctor who has been taking care of me for many years -- and his father before him, which means he has something like 25 years of medical records at his disposal -- gave me an appointment for 2 p.m. I was feeling much better by then, though of course terminally weak, and very relieved when, after much prodding and probing, he diagnosed the problem as acute gastritis,
I think I've been drinking too much coffee, so I'll be cutting back on that. Tea till noon, and just a small coffee after lunch. That, and the pills he prescribed (stomach protection) ought to do the trick.
I was well enough in the afternoon to have tea, and a tiny slice of tea cake, with Janine and to do a little light shopping: Samsonite suitcase set (reduced price, and I'd been planning to get new suitcases for ages), 2 handbags (not reduced, but what can a girl do), sensible small backpack for hiking, 2 pairs of shoes (reduced), 2 dresses and 1 pair of trousers.
In the evening, mashed potatoes and lots and lots of ginger tea.
Then, eight hours of blessed, uninterrupted sleep.
I seriously intended to go running this morning, but have decided I'll leave it till tomorrow, since my knees are still feeling a bit weak, and I don't need to collapse smack in the centre of Vienna. Not in running gear.
So there'll just be breakfast -- tea, dry toast -- with Klaus, and lunch -- broth, pasta con niente -- with a former colleague.
Bad though the other night was, I'm glad it happened in Vienna, so I could get examined by my own doctor and get the right medication. (You have no idea of the things that go on in my head, when I'm feeling horrible in the dead of night. Hitherto undiscovered, terminal stomach cancer is one of the nicer scenarios) And there's of course the weight loss ;-)
The doctor also did an ECG, which is reassuringly perfect, but I look as if I had a relationship with a giant octopus.
Oh, and I forgot to mention this: while frying the mushrooms I still can't think of without feeling nauseous (new addition to tuna and beans), I splashed hot oil on my right hand -- nice blisters on middle and ring finger. Double punishment for eating mushrooms -- coincidence or cosmic revenge on a larger scale? Are the mushrooms Out to Get Me? Well, they don't need to worry. I'm not going to have any in a long, long time.
