Day 6: Monday 4th March

Oh please. Somebody stop me from being sick now. I have had enough.

There are 5 different drugs and fluids being pumped into my poor arms, and I await a visit from my consultant.

Please note, this is not Him!!!!!!! But when he appears in my R-W-A-V with his entourage, although he is lovely, I am starting to feel like a prize exhibit.

Apparently, the big news of the morning is that I am to take a little trip down to X-Ray, where I will sip 2 different kinds of yuck, in order to try to find out what the hell is wrong with my insides.

The procedure is painless, but quite heave-worthy.
I manage to contain it to allow some decent photography, which reveals that although my new little stomach is fine, there is a massive hold-up further down the line, which is causing major 'back-draft' at all times. This is to be halted asap, I hear.