After two weeks of misery, and 7kg thinner, I’m getting better.
Today I ate 3/4 of a banana, a spoonful of yoghurt, 8 smilies, a small bowl of peas, and a piece of bread with honey. Proper Norwegian bread, not their weird toast. This is serious progress. It’s all stayed down. And I haven’t even eaten dinner yet. I have plans for dinner: mushroom omelette, bread, salad. Hurrah.
This morning I went for a short walk to the harbour, along the river, and nearly died. Going up the footbridge was almost too much for me. The only other people around were my grandparents’ age. I knew how they felt. This week the lovie has kindly informed me that I’ve been looking like his grandma one month before she died. He even acted it out for me.
But this afternoon, after the smilies, I climbed to the festning, where the heather is in bloom. And I was okay. Things are looking up.