Happy Rufus

He looked so happy and relaxed I had to take his photo.

Sunday evening I started feeling dreadful, nauseous, chilly, generally unwell. I was pretty sure it was the antibiotics making me feel ill. 

My doctor was ringing me anyway on Monday, so I told her how I felt. We agreed I should stay on the pills to complete the week (I'd already found out by googling that other alternatives were mostly worse), and she advised me to eat little and often. "Six meals a day, not three, and a meal can even be just one mouthful." To my surprise, it worked like magic.

So today was a much better day.