Up part of night, peeing out the lake of fluid that's been dripped in over the last 48 hours. Every sit on the loo is punctuated by me picking more and more of the dry chapped skin off my hands and rubbing the flakes off my arms and legs – I am a true delight.
Dozed on and off till finally dragged my sorry ass downstairs around 11.30am. Just didn't want anything to eat so had milk for lunch once I'd choked back the little fromage frais with the contents of a Fluconazole capsule mixed in it. H was going to give me a foot rub but we discovered the soles of my feet are the latest bit of me to fall apart – soaked them in a bowl of warm water and put them back into bed socks. I can feel how 'not right' they are if I walk on hard floors without slippers. G-ross.
Mikey and Margo popped round after Patrick's gym class nearby. Looking forward to the day I can have a cup of tea with visitors. Was floored somewhat when Patrick treated us to an impressive bit of boy wind – had me retching and needed a scented candle to mask the buff. It was only slight but I am overreacting to any smells, good or bad.
H was given wifely dispensation to go watch the rugby with the boys then go on to the Jacobs' dinner party, which I was invited to but of course am in no nick to go to. So J and R kindly came round to watch the rugby with me and try and encourage a bit of cottage pie into me. Usually one of my faves but such an effort to mush it flat so it's cold and then mechanically chew and force myself to swallow. I SO want to get back to normality, my patience is really running thin with feeling this crap for so long.
Highlight was Flossy getting just that bit too close to Mojo who treated her to an impressive his and a fast paw swipe. Great how one cat can keep two exuberant bouncy dogs right in their place.
Sorry to moan on, I'm desperate to post good news and will do the moment there is a glimmer. X