FlickyTailSunrise

Booking.com review of the weekend of 19th -22nd December.

Sunday service sucks.
Saturday disappeared into a fog and Friday night – the less said about that the better.
I’d love a bath and a hot bacon sandwich.

Anyway…

I have been back in hospital since Friday. The side effects of the chemo have hit big time, all at once and with just, it seems the worst timing in the world. A mini seizure stopped me leaving on Friday, thankfully KevKev and a Green Man saved me the pavement. If only we could predict theses things and time them more effectively… Christmas. Dr’s strike, only 12 beds in The Macmillan Uni (so am currently on The Stroke Unit, which actually only has one Stroke patient) no weekend Drs all combined to have made this quite something.

Given the infection I am now on a hefty regimen of antibiotics and may have to stay in until that is finished. This morning is the first time I have felt much for the outside world. One of the Ladies whilst sleeptalking put it rather beautifully… “oh its so scary when you watch yourself disappearing and can’t remember who you quite were to begin with.”

Of course I’m not quite there but there is a madness to illness and hospitals.

I’m not sure when I will be back home to the sanctuary of my husband,  fluffy child and home but hope you’re well, appreciating the good stuff and eachother.

With all my love…