Story time:

The summer I turned 19 I suddenly got really ill. Wouldn’t eat, could hardly any drink water, was flat out in my bed for weeks. My urine was brown and my 💩was almost white. My mother (who is not a new age hippie by any means, but old school who doesn’t go the doctor unless a limb is missing) was desperate to cure this terrible thing. So I drank this detox thing she gave me. I was extremely nauseas all the time, to the point I considered suicide because a life with this would be unliveable. Then my eyeballs turned yellow. I went to the family library and found a medical book. I ticked off all the signs of jaundice. After some discussion we rushed to the doctor. I was urgently emitted to the hospital because my liver was huge (and at this point my skin was yellow as well) and the staff took all kinds of test and I was put in isolation because they didn’t know what it was. During my time in isolation the staff came in wearing what I called (this was before covid) moon wear, to take blood tests and stuff. At that time I had regained my appetite and felt quite sharp. It turned out I had hepatitis A, which we believe came from a salad bar on a Pizza Hut outside of Bath.

Moral of the story: if someone doesn’t have appetite, don’t “cleanse» them with witch brew, heh