can’t drink ‘til after Christmas, thanks to Alan my fibroid, nice going mate. 

Last night was a killer, apart from the whole hospital and searing agony thing, it was a good night. 

But that part of it….fewking hell that hurt. It still hurts now and I haven’t stopped puking all day. Need to go in the bath but I’m still a bit drowsy. Mum’s phoned the hospital to see when I’ll be alright from the painkillers and I should be okay by the morning. So just got to keep awake in the bath and I’m okay xD 

Thank God for BD and Loaf last night. If I hadn’t been with them I’d have been in the pub when that kicked in and I’d have no chance of getting to hospital. AND I’d have panicked ten times worse.

Can’t believe how painful it’s getting.

I feel awful for it though, last night was BD’s first day back and that had to happen. Hence why I didn’t stay with them, they don’t need me being ill around them all day. 

I’m SOOOO tired of being ill all the time. It’s one thing or another and I’m fed up of it. I’m sick of worrying and I’m sick of people having to worry about me. I just want to be like everyone else.