My body has finally got out of bed today despite the fact that I have most definitely ticked every box on the symptom tick list this week except “go directly to hospital” (my first cycle of the full quota which would have been preferable to avoid but who really though that was on the likely spectrum?)…There may be those too squeamish for me to fully detail these delightful manifestations so I will spare you! Let’s just say I am much paler, very dehydrated and there has been a lot of clearing up!
In the thick of our neighbourhood bereavement and we are all holding Jenny and our other loved ones close and closer still. I had a lovely message about finding the words for these things and that our modern language does not capture the emotion. That the ancient world’s ‘Furies’ and ‘Sword of Damocles’ are more appropriate for capturing the raw horror that ordinary life can suddenly become.
Meantime I flop and ooze my body weight in the most undesirable of ways and don’t feel much strength to anybody. However I know that my coping mechanisms will revive before too long so “bear with”….