Seriously if I ever again commit to blogging every day for a set length of time will one of whack me round the noggin with a decorative gourd.
Needless to say I didn’t post yesterday because I didn’t feel too well at all and after being out from 9:00 and getting back around 15ish I was too pooped to move off the settee when I got home. B actually had to put on his carer hat and assist me in getting undressed for a shower – now there’s something that technically should be fun.
I got some Amoxiclav and had various wee, blood and blood culture tests.
I do feel marginally better today but a good way from right. However my Auntie Ann phone a short time ago to say the Royal had rung her as they couldn’t get us and they have a bed ready for me as something showed up in the blood culture and I need some IV antibiotics.
I did also feel sick yesterday and fortunately asked for some bowls before leaving as no sooner had I got in B’s car, my Uncle Ray having dropped me off, then I threw up and managed it again before we got home. B did say I looked unwell so this must be the reason he didn’t at any point say ‘Don’t get any on the car.’