ok so 3 weeks ago I was feelin pretty bad, that was couple of before I was in hospital overnight, after tearing some inner chest muscles. I'm still in quite a bit of pain from that, and taking some very strong painkillers. It still feels like someone has a fistful of my chest muscles from the inside, and they're twisting it 180 dgrees when I cough.

I've the chest infection back, so I'm coughin more, and more, esp at night, which means I have to wake up and take pain killers thru the night, which disturbs my sleep even more than it already is, thus me getting up in the morning is, stupidly horrible.

Then today, I sat down for dinner (roast chicken, mash, carrots, broccoli, peas, cabbage and topped with bisto gravy), took three mouthfuls, and though "oh a beer would go down well with this" walked out to the beer fridge, and three steps from it, spotaneusly projectile vomited over the patio.

So not only did carry on pukin for about five mins, but I obviously lost my appetite, and blanked my dinner, but I also missed out on the beer...

Oh and as well as the obligitary cold-sore-once-stressed-and-being-rundown, I'm getting a form of dermatitis caused by stress and being rundown, where the skin will just start like a blister, then when you rub it, it peels off. Well I had to peel a bit off the other day, and it pulled some fresh skin off as well. I woke up this morning, to find my finger was all red, and so now that has become a bit infected, I had to squeeze a bit of pus out, and rub some alcohol hand cleanser into every half hour... It seems to be gettin a bit better, but hey, it's the lowest thing on the list, so I aint that bothered about that one.

I made that damm dinner today, I was totally lookin forward to it.... It looked and smelt fuckin great....

Actually, thinking and typing live here, I hope I aint got a tummy bug... I'm gonna have to be carfull around Connie and Harry for the next 24 hrs... I'm gonna starve the fucker out of me, nowt for 24 hrs, a bit of dry toast, and plenty of liquids in between....

Kids up for school in the morning, and Carol's told me, we're going back to bed untill midday, once the bus collects them at half eight.

Who am I to argue?

If she took me to the vets, I'd be given a funny blue drink to glug...

One more cup of tea, and it's time for bed, just after 10pm. Gotta get some more free drugs down my throat fist though.

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