Well I thought that having to stick this to the front door was a pretty awful point in the treatment:

That was before I passed out onto the floor of my house. Every time I tried to lift my head I passed out again. Fortunately I’d been on the phone to my Mum at the time as I was feeling a bit scared that the sofa was tipping (understandable worry!). Unfortunately I had left the keys in both doors meaning that you can’t get into the house from the outside with the spare key. My poor mother was looking through a crack in the curtains and could see me laying there in the middle of my frontroom. Apparently she even thought of calling the fire brigade in her panic to get into the house. I felt like the floor was the wall and was the right way up if that makes any sense. like those scenes in Batman.

After a while I could crawl to the front door and let my Mum in. I then had to lay in the porch for a long time before I could even think about moving. We had a slight problem with my Mum getting through the child proofing on my medication – oh and tablets are a bugger to take when you can’t move your head. We also had a good laugh that even in the state that I was in I could still manage to talk about clothes! I’m now a tad worried about leaving the house which is understandable as I don’t want to make an idiot of myself. I think I’m just going to have to stop caring about what people who I don’t know think about me. I sooooo need to read this very appropriate Christmas present!

and hope that this Christmas gift is right

Healthy times are due my way…please 🙁