Well, that's the most unexpected thing ever. I had 250 hits on the blog yesterday alone, and several other days that were up there too. Absolutely incredible that there are friends and family checking in several times a day to see how the Human Rash is faring, but I honestly thought about 30 or so chums were kindly having a daily squizz.
So unless it's somehow been forward to a Chinese school or Wandsworth nick as an example of British vernacular, then I've genuinely no idea how the stats read that way. Not that I'm complaining, it's always nice to know you're not peeing quietly in the wind. I did briefly wonder if it was my mum going in, forgetting she'd looked then looking again, but no she has no clue what a blog is let alone how to read mine.
Didn't get much sleep despite the better mattress and duvet. Seem to be hallucinating quite a lot – 'three men in the room' / 'small man coming down the stairs, I say Right, then faint', 'two women arguing with strong Caribbean accents'… lots of very weird mini scenarios that involve me opening my eyes to cancel them away… then the next one kicks in. Never had this and it's bloody irritating. Probably yet another 'oh happy days' drugs reaction that I could def do without.
Also not helped by the light sensation of hair rustling its way loose each time I turned over. Gets in your mouth, over the pillow, down the sheets and there's only one way this game ends. Will see later.
Thought I'd have enough oomph to shower myself as I was feeling better than yesterday – turns out I was wrong. Managed quick sploosh then had to sit as was dizzy, breathless and unable to dry off or get new pyjamas on. Ignominy of having to pull the bathroom emergency cord for first time ever. Nurses very sweet and I was fine once back in bed, but it's a lesson that what you think you can do, when you're safely warm in bed, is not necessarily what you can actually manage when you try it. Bumrag. I still think I'm normal but the body says noooooooo.
J popped over and the hair decision was made, it was coming out in clumpy swathes. Scrumpy's ear trimming scissors and Ross's clippers had to be put into action. I now have a cold damp head, no hair and have had to remember how to fold over a buff head covering. Inevitable, but still never a good moment looking at yourself in the mirror and think 'who is that bald, round faced, tired-looking woman, with cracks by her eyes, flaking skin under her mouth and a rash all over her skin?'. And that's on top of my natural beauty…
Ok afternoon. Mr H was up here twice. And Its now safe enough, I think, to have booked in a few gentle visitors for the week in the hope that the 'getting better slowly' phase is genuinely underway. Ate actual food for the first time in 4ish days, dry sandwiches that clagged in my mouth, but did go in and stay. Progress! And the pharmacist finally brought some unperfumed Doublebase Gel to rub on the cracking skin, not fancy but still a relief.
Just having some paracetamol dripped in. Looks like this cannula will be closed for business tomorrow, but hopefully some vein can be bribed to play ball.
Happy Mon eve, lovely people. X