When nausea turned into something that needed seeing

Room temperature turned out to matter more than anything else on the plate. Straight from the fridge and straight from the oven were both impossible for a month.

I found that eating something small before I felt hungry was the whole trick. Waiting until I wanted food meant it never arrived.

Fizzy water helped me and flat water did not, which makes no sense and was consistently true for about two months.

I want to say gently that if the difficulty eating has started to feel like relief rather than a symptom, that is worth mentioning to somebody. It crept up on me and a member here noticed before I did.

The thing that changed it for me was a slower schedule agreed with my prescriber. Within a fortnight the eating side was manageable again.

Something practical: I kept a bag of what I could actually manage in my work locker, so a bad afternoon did not turn into a bad evening.

Marking that I am here, in case that counts for anything today.

Mine came in waves of about twenty minutes and if I could sit still through the wave it passed. Trying to do anything during it always made it worse.

Mine was much better on the days I ate breakfast within an hour of waking, and much worse on the days I skipped it. That was the clearest pattern in my notes.

What I did not expect was how much better I felt after eating, when eating was the last thing I wanted to do. That gap between wanting and helping was the hard bit.

I raised it at my review having tracked it for three weeks and we changed one thing. It was a much shorter conversation than I had rehearsed.