Diet is "Die" with a "T"

An explanation for my absence from life this last week: I've been pretty much bedridden since Tuesday last week with a nasty bug.

It wasn't good timing. My husband had only just started his new job on the Monday, and I was hoping to be able to have hot cooked meals for him each night, and a well-organised home.

Instead he was left to pick up the pieces and support me the moment he got home each day, on top of learning the ropes at the workplace. The best I could manage was him not having to take any time off work in his first week.

I finally crawled out of bed yesterday to be driven to the doctor. She took one look at me, and immediately gave me an inhalor to help me breathe better. She also ordered some blood tests, which I had done this morning.

The good news in all this? Well, I haven't had the blood tests back yet, so we don't know what's causing my illness. But the bathroom scales are showing the reason my jeans are hanging off my less than festively-plump rear end - I've lost 4 kilos (8.8 pounds) in one week.

That's what you get for not eating anything at all, except a few mouthfuls of ice-cream to sooth a sore throat.

Diet is "Die" with a "T". Yep, that'd be right.

I'm going back to bed. I hope to get up to date with my email and other responsibilities as soon as I can, but at the moment, I need rest.

I know I need to contact some of you for various reasons, and I apologise that it may be some time until that happens. I wouldn't want to infect you right now, anyway! And as for social life, well, Facebook (if that) is about as heavy as anything I can handle!

Take care, everyone. And keep well.

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