Oh God, here we go again. What this time?
Well, it would seem some kind of malicious, hooligan firm of a bug (only in Britain, eh…) has found it’s way into my digestive works, and has been creating havoc for the latter half of last week and continues now. The result, to put it politely: my stomach is reluctant to accept anything graciously.
Unfortunately, with this problem, it’s pointless trying to cram down the usual bulk of foods, because I just don’t think it’ll do any good. In one end, out the… well, you get the picture.
Which presented me with another issue – I can’t train until I’m better. No, not because I’m a big baby, but, by training and tearing down my muscles, creating demand for nutrients which simply cannot be provided yet, has to be counter productive, I think.
Never mind. I’ll accept this setback graciously, and use this time to zealously pursue my other neglected hobbies, such as weaving patchworks quilts and pottery… (FFS!)