back at the hospital yesterday...
my bloods are almost okay again.
and i'm back next week for my 3 month blood test to see if i'm still clear. my lovely hepnurse will phone me with the results the week after.
i've not even had the blood test yet and already i feel like i'm holding my breath to find out.
well, holding my breath AND on the verge of tears.
i'm ready for the worst just in case.
better not cut the citalopram yet!
on a much lighter and happier note - i'm off to a po0pbitch vodka client party with members of duran duran and other 80s has-beens (like me) tonight...fishie is coming with me.
we will be in our aged punker element!!