The pattern of it

This week:

The burping. Nobody mentions the burping. It is not in any leaflet and it is genuinely one of the odder experiences of my adult life.

Very tired. Not the kind of tired a nap fixes. I slept nine hours and woke feeling as though I had been awake all night.

Constipation, which I have avoided writing about for six weeks out of pure squeamishness. It is the thing making me most miserable and I have said nothing about it to anybody. That seems worth noticing.

Patience.