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I find myself in a weird limbo where man delights not me, no nor woman either. Nor most TV shows and the vast majority of foods.
I could be passing the many hours I have to myself watching films or catching up on TV shows, or reading books. But so little interests me, in the weird purgatory between 2/5ths of a treatment and another 5/5ths of a treatment.
I obviously need to catch up on all the sleep I missed in hospital, but even there nothing really interested me and the nausea I feel when contemplating eating almost all foods has expanded out to all forms or possible entertainment.
If you want to follow the Herring diet, that currently is taking about 0.8kg off PER DAY, then breakfast might be some Greek Yoghurt (I never thought I'd be the kind of person who has yoghurt for breakfast- as you might know I ike yoghurt a normal and healthy amount) or a piece of toast, lunch maybe a piece of toast and the possibly something like Weetabix and/or a banana for dinner. Today I went crazy and had crumpets. But it's basically bland stuff, though I have allowed myself the occasional ginger biscuit. I have found orange lollies quite a good snack (not Soleros so much, as even those are not really on the acceptable list to my fussy stomach) and have a couple of those a day. If you're eating that many orange lollies and not much else, do be prepared for you poo to go a bit orange too. These are just the side effects of my diet plan.
There's literally no exercise on this diet, but as you're probably not even reaching 1000 calories a day, the weight falls off.
My entertainment choices have been eclectic. I watched the 1950s film "The Wooden Horse" the other day, which seemed to more or less hold my attention and was watching The Orville again, but it led to weird dreams and confusing questions that I can't quite put into words. I started rewatching House from the start today, before then realising that this was probably not the best time to be watching a TV show about rare illnesses. Hairy cell leukaemia is a properly rare one and testicular cancer is still fairly unlikely. I have heard from one other person who has had both, but I am guessing that there aren't many. There's no connection between the cancers, though no one really knows what causes either of them and amazingly neither of them can be put down to my unhealthy lifestyle.
Luckily watching football doesn't make me feel queasy, though it sometimes sends me to sleep and tonight I couldn't stay up for the last 5 minutes of Germany vs Ivory Coast, so in my world Germany didn't win it. I joked on social media that no one wanted to see Germany lose this game. Quite a few people argued with me. Comedy is tricky in these bleak times.
Hopefully once this now protracted treatment is over I can take joy in life again, but for now, it pretty much all makes me bored or queasy.
