Porridge is wonderful. It’s the only thing I’ve managed to keep down today, and I just know it’s packed with protein and calcium, as well as being loaded with fibre that might just sort out some of my internal woes.
But enough about porridge. The sickness continues, on and off. When it’s on, it’s badly on. When it’s off, I get anxious about disappearing symptoms, and then of course it comes back. Last Friday I purchased a pair of sea bands for £7.99 from Boots.
The sea bands are grey lycra wristbands with large plastic baubles on the inside, which you wear half-way down your wrist. They make little round bruises after a while, which distracts you from feeling ill.
Of course I don’t believe in acupressure – what hokey-pokey! But Saturday was a good day: lots of energy, no sickness. On Sunday I felt lousy, and on Monday I decided that I wasn’t feeling sick enough. This coupled with backache convinced me that the end was nigh. The backache has now gone, the sickness is back with a vengeance, and the unscientific nature of sea bands is bothering me.
You see, the nature of the sickness has changed. I don’t feel ill all the time now, but I do throw up more. This is easier to live with than feeling ill all the time, but I have no experimental control, so I can’t tell if the sea bands are making a difference, or I have just got used to it, or I am managing my diet better (don’t think it’s that), or even if I have got my dates wrong, and the sickness is naturally ending because I’m actually 13 weeks, not 9.
Oh, that porridge was so good.