7 Weeks

Today marks the beginning of 7 weeks and I really want to throw up, but not sure it would make me feel any better. Food is beginning to lose its appeal, but I am still making myself eat. And eating isn’t really helping the nausea as much as it was even a couple days ago. At least I am hanging out in a hotel room this week, and not in the office. I guess I will have to tell them soon so they know why I look like I want to curl up under my desk when I get back to the office.

What To Expect – 7 Weeks

When I woke up this morning I actually felt fine for a while, I also felt fine the several times I woke up during the night. The time zones are a little of a challenge this week since I have to work on eastern time while living on pacific time this week. The going to bed early last night was no trouble at all as tired as I am lately, but operating in two time zones has been strange. When it is lunch time for me, they are still only serving breakfast here. So I ate breakfast twice today. Once at 6:30 and again at 10:30, Cali time. I wanted to hold out for real lunch food at 11:30, but I just couldn’t wait any more. The first breakfast mostly helped with the nausea, but the second has done very little. Ugh, if this keeps up I might have to ask for a Zofran prescription to keep around. Maybe I shouldn’t have had orange juice with breakfast #2, maybe it was too acidic.

I have also developed an aversion to eggs. Yesterday we both had poached eggs with our breakfast, and they were pretty runny. One look at the gooey yellow center and I could no longer stomach the thought of eggs. I scooped mine off the plate and hid it under a napkin, and made Sean turn his around so I couldn’t see the yolk. Just thinking about it now makes me queasier. And I am not sure it if was still the fresh memory of those runny eggs or if I am just off eggs in general, but I couldn’t bring myself to even open the buffet cover on the eggs when I had my second breakfast, and the quiche looked beyond unappealing. And then the wait staff kept asking me if I wanted an omelet!