Sunday, March 05, 2006
Had a huge row with Clive last night. Clive has oesophagitis, where the valve that lets food through into the stomach is severely damaged. It swells, tries to repair itself, but in doing so it actually starts sealing itself shut. To give you an idea of the problems that causes, the year before we moved here, Clive had been eating his dinner when he got a terrific pain from his stomach, he felt like he was choking as well. You know the feeling when you get a piece of food stuck in your gullet? Well, he couldn't swallow anything. Everything he tried just came straight back up. Even sips of water. So I got him to the hospital. He was operated on and they found the problem. A single petit poir,
But he made me feel really bad. I know it was just because he was so scared that his oesophagitis was going to start being a real problem again, but its not my fault.
I didn't sleep much last night at all. The argument didn't help, but neither did the fact that I have horrendous backache for some reason. I am really down today. Going to be that way all day I think.