I had another restless, uncomfortable night. The stomach bug is on its way out, so at least I’m no longer puking, but I do feel like I’ve been kicked in the guts. Being ill doesn’t agree with my Parkinson’s Disease, so my tremor is more pronounced, my dyskinesia is worse, dystonia is a pain in the….. foot. Basically I ache all over and I’m feeling sorry for myself!
I get up around 7.30am and light the fire. I manage to drink a cup of tea and eat a couple of Rich Tea biscuits – the first thing I’ve eaten since Thursday evening. My wife walks the dog – I stay in the warm.
My wife disappears off to Lidl in North Walsham to get some groceries while I stay in the house and keep the fire stoked (well, someone had to do it!).
We are going out to dinner this evening to The Buckinghamshire Arms in Blickling – it’s a surprise birthday party for my wife’s eldest son, who turned 30 years old on Wednesday. At least 4 of us attending this evening have had this damn stomach bug this week, so the conversation should be lively even if the eating and drinking will be somewhat restrained.
The party is a great success, and the surprise element maintained right up until the last minute. I tried to select something easy on the stomach, but by the time we get back home I’m wishing I hadn’t eaten at all – time for a little digestif!