Days 8,9&10
The driver of the roller coaster needs the sack, after lulling me into a false sense of security of feeling a little better, I've spent three days going down the other side of the ride and into a big black hole of feeling utterly pants. I couldn't even bring myself to write a sentence. The days have consisted of nausia, sleep, only really being able to lay down, weepiness, dizziness and being a little confused, wonky hearing and becoming acquainted with hugging the loo - all a bit grim, sorry. This has resulted in today me being put back on a drip over night; reducing several of the drugs I'm on and anitsickness medicine.
On the upside:
1.Dougal is home and gives the best huggles. He cured my teariness.
2. Dad is visiting and has a jolly good suntan.
3.The man with one leg and the caravan has left the main building
3.My jeans most definitely still fit :-) double yay!!
Hopefully I'll be on the mend again soon. x
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