Resurfacing

In case you haven't guessed, I have had a tough week being under the weather.

The whole country has been under a big snowy blanket and I have been under a big white duvet.

It is likely that my problems have been largely caused by medication and it would be good to think that is the case.

There is one drug that I have overlooked taking regularly because it makes me sick and, in combination with the stent, it may be at the root of my ills.  After discussions with the Marsden and my GP we have changed the drug, so I will find out over the next couple of days whether things improve. I hope that they do because I have been pretty useless since Monday afternoon.  Eating has been a very nervous affair and it has been difficult to keep anything down, hence I have been very weak.

Even my mother has been notable by the lack of phone calls as she opts to give me space to recover, but not so Notoplip.  He has been ringing me on his drive home through the snow every evening culminating in this evening when there was a loud bang on my bedroom window.

I knew that the kids were over at neighbours and assumed that they were being a bit naughty in trying to get my attention.  Then there was the second, third and fourth snowballs and I got up and shouted out of the window like a fish wife.  Of course, it was him and the kids.

He came up to see me and lay down on the bed next to me (all 6'1" and 17st) and said to me "You are feeling really weak and tired, aren't you".  I nodded whilst looking as poorly as possible.  "I could shag you now was his reply".  "I could lay on top of you and you wouldn't be able to move".

That's about all I needed and it made me laugh (hurting my beaten up ribs), so we just sat there talking the usual unprintable rubbish for the next hour.

I've got some of the new medication down and eaten a little and am hoping for a better day tomorrow and also hoping to avoid coming into contact with any more sexual deviants.  It's bad enough keeping my own company.