unstomachably rich

My total (retained) food intake for the day was two slices of toast, a glass of water (which took a couple of hours to go down) and a couple of rusks in the evening. An earlier glass of water at about half-past eight proved too much even though it was five hours since I'd last got up to puke (to regurgitate the remainder of the smoothie I'd drunk twelve hours earlier, which had retained its flavour remarkably well). Fortunately there was only one thing to remotely attend to at work which didn't require faffing about trying to use the telly as a larger monitor and after which I could set about trying to catch up on some sleep, if not with eating.