The difference between full and finished

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.

Reading this at half past six with a cup of tea and nodding at every line.

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

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.

The advice that helped least was to eat whatever appeals. Nothing appealed. What I needed was a list of things I could get down when nothing appealed.

I found sipping rather than drinking was the difference. A full glass at once was guaranteed to be a mistake for about a month.

Mine improved noticeably when I stopped drinking with meals and had my fluids in between. Somebody here suggested it and I was sceptical and it worked.

Picking up Wilf’s point rather than starting a new one.

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.

What Ilse described happened to me too, in a slightly different order.

Coming back to say it lifted. Five weeks of genuinely difficult and then it went, and I have eaten normally for eighteen months since.

Cold food was the thing that worked for me. Anything hot and aromatic was impossible for about six weeks and cold worked when nothing else did.