This morning I felt almost OK, and intended to go go and about in the gorgeous cold, sunny weather. I enjoyed a teeny croissant and a coffee, until I puked 20 minutes later, and collapsed into the chair, all weak abnd weedy. All I managed in the end was to take the recycling out and creep to the shop for bananas. Since I've bee crook, I've had some amazing dreams, and want to write them down in the coffee shop. Yesterday, when I picked up the prescriptions, though, I had to leave the McDonalld's latte I thought I'd try, and run out into the street, very nearly barfing what I'd had of it. Jesus.