If you're feeling cheerful and don't want to read self-pitying drivel, feel free to click out of here now.....
But, I think I've got a darn good case:
So, from New years Eve I've had some mystery diarrhoea & sickness bug - 7 weeks now! To say I feel fragile would be an understandment. The good news is I have nothing 'serious', so I have much to be grateful for. I am half the size I was, and have aged at least 5 years.... bad times!
I have had things stuck here, there and everywhere, but I shall spare you the details as most of you will be thinking of what to have for dinner. Yesterday morning I woke up feeling quite well, no rushing to the bathroom, no wretching in the kitchen when I see sons breakfast plate.... yeehaa, things were feeling a little more 'normal'!
THEN...!!!
Last night my lubbly jubbly husband was rushed into hospital with breathing difficulties & chest pains. We think it's a massive asthma attack - apparently they've had a lot of asthma related emergencies this month - and he's now stable, and more comfortable.....phew.
After 2 hours sleep last night, I finally staggered back home at 4.30pm to find my son chasing around 2 pigeons that had decided our lounge looked a nice place to shelter from the rain...... I now have a lounge full of bird feathers!!
What's going on, is this because I don't forward those stupid emails that threaten doom & gloom if I don't.....
I haven't finished yet.... sit back down!
Tomorrow we have a model arriving for 5 days work - that's gonna be tough without a photographer.....
Arrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I'm going to go and bang my head against the wall now, light some incense candles, pray to God, Buddah, Allah and anybody else that might listen then book myself into the Priory.
Thank you, moan over
ps: Please feel free to leave gushing sentiments of sympathy