Yesterday on the way back from hospital my missus said would I mind if she got some fish and chips . I said of course not and id have a pie as I still can’t face fish. She picked it up and popped the bag in the footwell where I was sat, but as soon as the smell wafted up I was gagging. Luckily we’re only 2 minutes away. So I survived with the windows open. But we got indoors and I think I vomited every bit of liquid in my stomach up. It was so awful and the missus had to eat her tea in the conservatory so I couldn’t smell it.
No one in my hospital team seems that bothered by this. Palliative nurse has tried a few things but nothings changed…
I know they are just trying to keep us alive but they should understand ‘quality of life’ as well. It’s really getting me down as I used to love nice food and going out. The manager of one of our favourite restaurants actually WhatsApped to see how I was yesterday. How nice is that .
Anyway… off to the hospital later .
Take care
Phil