Still feeling pretty awful. My specialist has advised having a massage once a fortnight to aid my lymphatic system getting rid of the toxins caused by the antibiotics hitting the bugs. I don’t like it as I’ve never been one for massage and it generally makes me feel grotty the next day. It’s not exactly white fluffy dressing gowns and Prosecco unfortunately. I had to bite the bullet today, anyway, I feel so rubbish I probably wont even notice it.

My mother had to drive me as it is not easy to park at the surgery and I’m rather limited in how far I can walk before catastrophe. I thought things couldn’t get worse with her first CD choice:

I was so wrong!

You have to laugh, some days I cant even get far enough to my car to drive it but I don’t qualify for a disabled badge. I don’t really want one, it’s a pride thing, I don’t see myself as disabled, (rather stupidly) still looking at this as slight blip in my health. The ironic thing being if I could actually use a wheelchair I’d be much better off as at least I’d be able to go somewhere once I’d got there. Unfortunately, the motion of the wheelchair leaves me in a total mess after. So as it stands my mobility issues of blacking out after a few metres are not considered disabling and parents’ with children are even ahead of me in the pecking order for parking spaces. I can appreciate the difficulty of having pushchairs but I’d argue they are still rather more mobile than me!

So today has once more been spent on the sofa. Roll on tomorrow 🙂