After feeling like I’d been shipwrecked in a Scottish toilet for two days, I woke up this morning a new man. More energy than I’d had in days and feeling pretty good. I sprung out of bed and did my thing like Mary Poppins. When I was finished I was out of energy but still felt well enough to continue my food quest. So I grabbed a yoghurt, an egg a piece white bread (a rare commodity here in Norway) and it all went and stayed down. Same for lunch. So having proved my hypothesis correct, I concluded the study. It has almost nothing to do with the food, its all up whatever is going on in my belly.
I have been running a fever of about 103 since Sunday. With everything else going on in and around me I have really noticed it. But I have because I have to record my temperature and weight each morning and evening. And we do it the old fashion way because the old ways are the best ways. Even though they have machines that can scan your temp from three feet, or take your temp in your ear in about 3 seconds, but I guess nothing is quite as accurate as a good ‘ol rectal thermometer. It makes me ask myself, how does it get so warm where the sun don’t shine?
On the bright side:
I did not have to eat or smell the horrible sour cream porridge that Norwegians eat on this day each year. I guess (probably from experience) the hospital kitchen knows better than to try and serve that stuff to a bunch of nauseas sickies.