We've had a sickly week here, hence me not doing any blogging.
I've had a urinary tract infection. No idea where it came from. I've never had anything like it before. It caused havoc with the family, as I spent large amounts of time feeling sorry for myself, in bed. Hubby Martin kindly worked from home one day, so he could watch the kids but when he was away I had to rely on Joe to help, as I was too incapacitated most of the time.
Martin likes being raw, but has little interest in learning how to prepare anything. I normally potter about making things for the dehydrator, start things soaking, water my sprouts and make meals. Last week I wasn't up to ANY of it - so none of it got done. The food in the house ran out. Martin bought more, but the kids got fed up with fruit, carrot sticks and cashew nuts and wanted something more interesting, but he didn't know what to do about it. So the kids had a rough week too. I hardly ate anything all week. (Saved a bit of money there!)
Looking back over the experience I think Martin will now take more of an interest, especially after the PIZZA incident. Yes, on one evening, with little to interest the kids in the house, a pizza was ordered in. BIG mistake. It was actually my suggestion, as I really couldn't face making anything and Martin was stuck.
Before going to bed Cameron was sick. (I'm impressed by the speed his body rejected the offending pizza.) The girls only had a little and were okay. Joe felt a bit bloated and not too good.
Martin was in for a shock the next day. He had never believed me before about "food hangovers". The next morning he took the tram to work. On the journey he practically passed out. He dragged himself to work, then had terrible diarrhoea. As soon as he thought he could make it he dragged himself home again, went to bed, and I had to do everything for the rest of the evening. It took him two days to recover. So much for the pizza idea saving me from having to look after everyone.
We're all feeling much better now. I managed, with some homoeopathy and a natural remedy, to avoid taking antibiotics. When I was in a lot of pain and had to manage the kids, I did take a couple of pain killers. I NEVER take them, so I really was desperate. (I didn't think we had any in the house. It turned out Martin had some in his travel bag!) At least it should be easier to detox a couple of painkillers than an entire course of antibiotics, plus deal with the digestive mayhem that comes with them.
Thinking back, I think the infection was my body insisting I have a rest and look after myself. I do tend to be a bit of a martyr! I can remember a couple of other times when I've suddenly had a dramatic, acute illness that has totally thrown life into chaos. I'd better start listening.
Funnily enough, when I got back on the computer today, the first thing I read was about the Global Juice Feast. It can't be a coincidence that I found it just after being ill. So I'm going to join in. There - I've put it "out there", so I'll have to do it now, won't I?


