Uncomfortable, my food does not agree with me, cannot sleep and feet are burning.
What to do?
Even this is proving difficult as I want/ need to thrash around.
No chance of writing proper. I must sleep somehow.
I vow I will give up eating anything larger than an orange.
It's strange, books are full of traumas, but seldom to do with digestion. Yet this us perhaps the most constant of all our bodily functions.
Too much information I know, but mine never let's me forget what stage its at.
Hunger, digestion or elimination. That's without the related shopping, preparing, cleaning up and rubish removal.
Speaking of which.....I feel ill
Monday, 23 April 2012
Upset
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment