Felt sick at breakfast, but forced myself to eat. The hotel is well posh, we were treated like royalty this morning, despite hiking boots and clothes that haven’t seen a washer in weeks.
We set out and I felt increasingly hot. I drank Lucozade to compensate, but I didn’t feel at all hungry. I ate when I could, but food (and even the thought of food) makes me feel sick. I barely remember the walk, it involved some customary villages and towns. I do recall sitting at the side of the road, resting for a moment while Robert checked the map and tried to force feed me.
Got to Bedford in remarkably good time, however, and checked in feeling increasingly sick, and then just crashed. The hotel is more like a B&B, run by a lovely Indian family (which is comforting; I always feel safe with Indian women for some reason).
I feel so tired, cold and sick. Robert went out to get food, and I felt increasingly exhausted. I just lay on my bed feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t get to sleep, my body was aching.
I ate a couple of crackers and drank as much coke as possible (Robert kept pouring it). I’m no longer cold, the window’s wide open now, and less tired (maybe the caffeine), but still feeling sick. I’m worried I’m not absorbing enough energy.
We set out and I felt increasingly hot. I drank Lucozade to compensate, but I didn’t feel at all hungry. I ate when I could, but food (and even the thought of food) makes me feel sick. I barely remember the walk, it involved some customary villages and towns. I do recall sitting at the side of the road, resting for a moment while Robert checked the map and tried to force feed me.
Got to Bedford in remarkably good time, however, and checked in feeling increasingly sick, and then just crashed. The hotel is more like a B&B, run by a lovely Indian family (which is comforting; I always feel safe with Indian women for some reason).
I feel so tired, cold and sick. Robert went out to get food, and I felt increasingly exhausted. I just lay on my bed feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t get to sleep, my body was aching.
I ate a couple of crackers and drank as much coke as possible (Robert kept pouring it). I’m no longer cold, the window’s wide open now, and less tired (maybe the caffeine), but still feeling sick. I’m worried I’m not absorbing enough energy.
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