Got some half decent sleep last night but waking frequently to the gluey sore clag that is my mouth, painful swallowing around the explosive ulcer field. Am very, very thirsty but struggling to get anything in – am building up to trying a milky drink shortly. Even if I put the straw half way down my mouth to miss some of the painful areas it's still pretty grim. All squash off limits now.
On the upside, have lost a stone in weight. Much needed, although this is possibly not the best way to go about it.
Fitz popped round before hockey to spread a little happiness. My mouth just a dry cesspit, so lots of one way stories which helps a lot.
And then an afternoon post hockey pop in from Vicki. Watched a bit of the rugby with us, both she and H on Peroni, me trying to suck back strawberry milk. Tried a single, mashed up dim sum. No, that definitely wasn't happening.
All in all, a quiet day. Am very much hoping that the all important antibiotic that I had mixed into a petit filou first thing, will start to kick in tomorrow with any luck. Once the mouth behaves, the rest of this will happen more quickly, but if I can't eat and can barely drink then recovery will be much slower. Here's to waking up tomorrow feeling a bit better x