Grim.
The vomit has taken over my life. I have rows of sick bowls lined up for measuring purposes, the drips are back in force, the wee is now in jugs, and I feel like a failed experiment.
Not expecting any changes any time soon, so my thoughts are to try to sleep, to ignore my feelings of mortality, and wait for better things.
Did I mention how much my body is hurting? From my left shoulder, right across my whole abdomen, through to my back, is agony. Adding this to the vomit-fest which is showing no signs of leaving me yet, there is a doom-filled cloud over my head, and no matter how many times I give myself 'the good talking to' it won't shift.
I love my children too much to even contemplate not getting home soon to be with them.
But things are kind of getting out of control. The brave face is a little wrinkled at the edges.
It is Saturday, so no visit from my consultant, although one of his team has popped in to say 'keep your chin up'.
I am now comparing myself to The Princess & The Pea, and declare war against The Bed.
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