Evening, Toots. Got home from the appointments today, and art therapy, thought "I know, I'll try this new pudding from the dietitian..."

Tasted awful. Worse, brought on a headache, managed to avoid it turning into a migraine. But I feel sick as.

Normally not such a big issue - but I'd already confirmed tomorrow's Brissy appointment with the neuro opthalmologist, with a phone call this arvo. I'm going to have to call in the morning and reschedule, and now I feel even worse, because I had been triaged in to see this doctor early. And made arrangements for Rosie to be fed, etc, because of the timing of the drive down and back.

So now I'm in bed feeling very sorry for myself. Stupid pudding.
And they wonder why I don't like trying new foods!