I was so excited to write a review on Christmas day… The food, the telly, the presents…
Except I was so poorly I opened my presents and either slept, or visited the loo!
We’re now on the 28th December and I have never had less Christmas spirit! The fridge/freezer and cupboards are still full! The treat box has barely been tqouched.
I’m currently still tucked up in bed, with a bottle of squash, the tv remote, surrounded by Christmas decorations that are irritating me beyond belief!
I don’t want another Christmas however. I just want to get back to normal, my usual routine.
I started writing the above last night, and today I have hit the stage of illness…. PURE FRUSTRATION with tinges of rage. My poop is still rubbish, and my gallbladder is playing up, so I’ve been advised to avoids fats on the day I feel like munching on a very small kfc… On being told this I burst into tears…. Like proper hot tears.
It’s been nearly a week since I ate properly and I’m fuming about it. I’m even craving vegetables, but until my poop settles down I’m eating as little as possible. I haven’t taken sertraline for over a week due to my tummy and generally forgetting! As predicted mentally I am fuckery doo dahed!
Now on the third day of writing (sigh) I had a subway last night, after some shopping, feeling better, but just not 110%. Taking the Christmas decorations down later on today and cleaning.
Will be having a Christmas style dinner for new years day, and before that I have lots of bits and bobs I want to do!
Hope you all had a far merrier Christmas!
Love Sooz x