New Year's Battle

Every time I look at my pill organiser, my eyebrows frown, mouth cockles and stomach terrifies. I have to pump in a lot of encouragement before I take the pills. They become my daily lunch, 20+ little pills in different shape, colour and even aroma.

Now I am like a pregnant woman, have little savoury appetite, want to throw out most of the time, only pungent food can stimulate my stomach to tumble for a while. I force myself to eat before my brain reacts with nausea; have to be strong to flight with the bacteria and the obsessive dose of anti-biotic.