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Firstly, thank you so so much to Thelwell Girl for being a lovely pickle and starting me a get well soon thread!
Secondly... I apologise for not being a squiggley ball of morag wafting joy, but I feel absolutely horrendous and would quite like to curl up in a chest of drawers and suck a pillowcase for a while...
So we all know I nearly died, but it is now becoming apparent that that was just the beginning of my tomatoheaded adventures! I no longer have a giant face, but I do have spectacular bruising on my face, arms and legs, and still feel like someone has their hands round my throat the whole time, which is making for a very sexy husky voice! I was two hours late taking my first lot of drugs yesterday, which showed us just how hardcore the reaction was. I ended up collapsing and slurring like a Glaswegian drunkard, and have felt like I've been crunched up by a dumper truck ever since.
The consultant is now saying that basically all my internal organs shut down so that my body could focus on fighting the chemicals. So I've got a good few months to a year of constantly shaking like Elvis in a Parisian taxi, dizziness, exhaustion from even the most ridiculously small tasks (I grated cheese last night and felt like I'd just been round sodding Badminton carrying the horse!), and generally feeling a bit poo. I'm on constant ambulance watch (which is bloody annoying 'cause I want to GO HUNTING but can't be out of shouting distance on someone with a phone...), and FF is all up in Mexico's grill getting brown like a bitch and wafting about next to the pool!
I love you all a lot, and do big smiles every time I see my wunderbaa flowers and teddy, so thank you again a squillion times my little squishies!
On the upside, I went out to say hello to my horses this morning (escorted. joy unbounded.) and arrived in time to see two of them (his Royal Royness, and Jack the plank) doing a ridiculous Lipizzaner type thing - left shoulder to left shoulder, each down on one knee biting each other's tummies...
they're either mad or mad.
Secondly... I apologise for not being a squiggley ball of morag wafting joy, but I feel absolutely horrendous and would quite like to curl up in a chest of drawers and suck a pillowcase for a while...
So we all know I nearly died, but it is now becoming apparent that that was just the beginning of my tomatoheaded adventures! I no longer have a giant face, but I do have spectacular bruising on my face, arms and legs, and still feel like someone has their hands round my throat the whole time, which is making for a very sexy husky voice! I was two hours late taking my first lot of drugs yesterday, which showed us just how hardcore the reaction was. I ended up collapsing and slurring like a Glaswegian drunkard, and have felt like I've been crunched up by a dumper truck ever since.
The consultant is now saying that basically all my internal organs shut down so that my body could focus on fighting the chemicals. So I've got a good few months to a year of constantly shaking like Elvis in a Parisian taxi, dizziness, exhaustion from even the most ridiculously small tasks (I grated cheese last night and felt like I'd just been round sodding Badminton carrying the horse!), and generally feeling a bit poo. I'm on constant ambulance watch (which is bloody annoying 'cause I want to GO HUNTING but can't be out of shouting distance on someone with a phone...), and FF is all up in Mexico's grill getting brown like a bitch and wafting about next to the pool!
I love you all a lot, and do big smiles every time I see my wunderbaa flowers and teddy, so thank you again a squillion times my little squishies!
On the upside, I went out to say hello to my horses this morning (escorted. joy unbounded.) and arrived in time to see two of them (his Royal Royness, and Jack the plank) doing a ridiculous Lipizzaner type thing - left shoulder to left shoulder, each down on one knee biting each other's tummies...
they're either mad or mad.