Update

So, vomiting 7-8 times a day has moved on to vomiting 20+ times a day. Not nice. We went to our out of hours surgery (the Badger Clinic) Wednesday night and discovered that I was dehydrated enough to be burning my fat stores and retaining water but not enough to be put on a drip. The GP on duty suggested that I try and deal with it naturally - that is, try and put up with it. So we left with a sick bowl that looked like a small hat (yes, Daddy tried it on to make me laugh) and not much else.



Thursday morning, the midwife returned Daddy's call from the Wednesday night (he called her before NHS Direct) and stressed the importance of seeing our own GP. She wasn't happy at all about my being sick pretty much constantly - the way she saw it, I may not need IV fluids now but I would do if I carried on in the same vein. So Thursday afternoon, I saw Dr O'Gorman who shared the midwife's concerns and injected me with an anti emetic, prescribed pills and signed me off work for a week.

On Friday, Daddy spoke to my boss and his boss about my current, erm, condition. His boss was much more enthusiastic but then his boss doesn't lose an employee for up to a year... I took my new pills, one three times a day. By pill number three, I worked out I was being sick considerably less but also losing the strength in my extremities. Not fun.

This morning, Saturday, I decided no more pills. Not the ones from Thursday anyway. As yet, today has been a good day. Poached eggs on toast are very successful - if only I could do them on my own...

A little moment to mention how fabulous my sisters and my mum has been during the excessive sickness. Very thankful for such wonderful friends and family - and a Daddy to be who regularly goes out to fulfil my every whim. Why oh why don't we have shares with our local supermarket chain?!