No sign of any changes, except that my drip has come out again, and once again, it is like extracting a tooth from a hen's gob, trying to ask somebody to come and reconnect me.
I have tramlines like the London Tube Map over both my arms from failed attempts to wire me up again.
Fed up doesn't really hit the spot.
The vomiting has not eased at all.
I have a notion that things cannot continue for much longer like this.
Pulled myself together enough to contemplate stealing some unused sick bowls, as I think they would respond nicely to some yellow paint, pompoms and fluffy chicks, to make some unique Easter bonnets!
Have done NO crochet since I arrived in my R-W-A-V.
Feeling totally drained, washed out, flopped, aching, sore and even, I admit, a little grumpy!
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