bosom buddies

okay, so bit more proper post now i'm feeling more human.
i was sick sick sicker than a dog and twas very scary.
if my daughter had not taken me to the doc last friday who knows what could have happened as i certainly wasn't able to get myself anywhere. my fever was 44degrees (in eurotrash degrees).
that is the highest the doc had ever seen...ever.

so what i thought was tattoo flu from a new tattoo, then turned into what i reckoned was stomach flu as everyone i'd spent the weekend with in soho had it bad - so bad that my friend just layed on her stairs and wished for death...so i wasn't alone. it wasn't just flu though - my breasts were covered in horrid red marks, like i'd had the month before when i was sick and went to the doc! only 5 times worse.

doc gave me 2 x different types of penicillin and the heaviest codeinies allowed as my head was a death grip of pain.

so it seems i also had cellulitis across my whole chest, but it turned out to not just be in the skin, but in the breast itself - so lovely mastitis...which i reckon i'd been carrying around for a month since last time i was ill. lucky lucky lucky my daughter dragged me to the doctor with her when she did! so a week later and my fever is finally down to normal and if i wasn't full of pills i'm sure i'd have an appetite.

BUT
my right bosom which seems to be patientX is still a couple cup sizes bigger due to infection.
which could be quite comical if i do make it to ibiza next week...

i really do hope i get to go!
it doesnt seem like it will my big blow out vacation that i'd planned, but i'll still be going out all night dancin' the first night me and my punker friend that works at the ship land. then the next day i'll just head up into the hills to a spa and spend it soaking in salt baths - seasalt has got to be good for bad bosoms...

also really hope i can go to give my daughter a break.
she's been amaxingly wonderful despite herself being down, she's taken such good care of me.
i really am lucky.

not much longer now...

its friday and the office is clearing out - now wish i'd booked an earlier train ticket to fishie!

but i need to be here for now.
the lovely fiance is getting hit hard with the karma bomb.
his front windows were all broken last night...of course because we've not been getting along i am a suspect.

i swear i was at home packing though!
and it's so not my style - i'd have crocheted his door shut or left lipstick all over his vespa. but its not like i'm going to drag my ass across town and maybe break a nail trying to get into somewhere i have the keys for!

so heavy headache...back on codeine as well as everything else.

wooohooo/rant

wooo!
i just got as much botox as possible pumped into me...
got my forehead done like i used to, so my drag queen eyebrows will be back in a week.
god i have missed them.

also got my crow's feety place and a nefertiti lift.!
next...a thread lift.

i am going to look as good as possible for me wedding!
(latest plan - run away somewhere exotic...)

my hepteam had said no problem getting this stuff done, but i mentioned it all to my lovely french plastic doc and he was soooo knowledgeable about it. was nice to have a truly intellectual convo about it without feeling pressured to comply with someone else's opinion - as happens so frequently with others that have hepC

then on the way home i bought a couple new cheap clutch style handbags as i'm worried about shoulder bags leaving a mark on my lovely pink leather jacket that the fiance bought me when we were in istanbul last new years.

o. and here is the RANT section of the day!!!

on the way i stopped into boots the chemist on regents street
and they refused to sell me codeine because i had bought it there before!!!!
the pharmacist explained to me that its not the law but their policy as they don't want customers to get addicted. thanks big brother. and fuck you n your bullshit! i explained why i needed it and she told me to go to the hospital and get a prescription. yea. at 8pm at night. right.

totally opposite to my other boots chemist pharmacist that works on oxford street
she is so supportive and always asking me how i'm doing and if i need anything.
so glad i bigged her up on the website survey!!!

but really, can you believe it???

ugh.

i live too far from tijuana to just get it myself!

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

i have never done this before...
just scratched an itchy leg until it bled!
which scares me as i know that is a sign of hepC and what if it means it is already back? ugh.
know i'm probably making myself (more) crazy. but have to admit i had half a bottle of the most gorgeous pink wine last week. so it would be my own damn fault if it did come back.
but damn it did taste good!

and.
got me thinking.
why is it okay under doctor's orders to pump my body full of paracetamol which everyone knows is a liver killer, but its not okay to drink alcohol? so over 6 months on 1000mg of painkiller every 4 hours...just makes me wonder how much damage those 2 glasses of wine actually could do?

could the itching actually be lack of painkillers?
(i've heard anti-d's could do this)

i'm now only taking low level stuff every now and again

which i realised last night halfway through a mega-light gym session how different it is to train without a body pumped full of codeine...i couldn't understand at first why everything hurt! but of course i'm doing these sessions now au naturel

no not naked.
altho i did work out in a regular bra the other night rather than a sports bra...
and it was actually quite lovely as not as hot. so am going to see how i get on in this sturdy but cut down version. wish me luck and no benny hill comedy bosom moments!

end of the month...end of treatment.

i do my last shot tomoro night.

have still got most of next week booked off work to celebrate and the latest plan is still to spend from wednesday night (when i start to feel better and after my hospital appointment) in naples! am really looking forward to seeing the fiance's family - especially the kids! but being on this damn hepC treatment has meant that my brain is mush and i've not managed to learn any italian at all...so my plan is to get some baby/kids books and have the kids teach me.

hope it works!

so anyway, tonight i celebrated my last night of treatment with the girls from work.

we went to ping pong on eastcastle street and i ordered my favourite cucumber/apple juice drink...it was a long long meal and i started to fall asleep (as usual) then the bill came and my friend/boss realised that they'd charged us for gin and cucumber! i'm not supposed to drink! i don't think they spiked me because gin is such a strong flavour i'd notice it and so would the girls as they all tried it.

but as exhausted as i am, on heavy codeine, and anti-d's how would i even notice if i was drunk?


...and if i'd planned to drink it would have been bourbon!!!!

the restaraunt were shitting themselves about possibly spiking me and were lovely and really cared...but then again they probably don't need me to sue. and still a bit scary for me after being so darn careful...altho also realised this week that all the vanilla syrups i've been pouring in my coffee are full of alocohol.

well. its too late now.

fingers fucking crossed!!!

i love fellini....

so shot 16 wasn't so bad!
been extra extra tired and sleeping alot, and belly still wibbly and lots of mouth ulcers, but that is just the norm really - even today's bangin' headache isn't out of the ordinary and am hitting it hard with codeine and water and lavender oil on my temples and nape of me neck to refresh...

...which is extra lovely on a sunny day like this.
have spent the last couple of days sleeping on the roof terrace slathered in lancaster and clinique sun creams and have so far evaded any burn, and am honeying up again. phew! as i was feeling so pale again i almost went for a fake bake on saturday!

instead i got my nails done again and had lunch at masala zone.
it was a struggle but worth it! a lovely veg thali with a banana curry, yum.
i think it is my new favourite food as soft enough i can eat with my mouth ulcers flairy.
and ca't wait to go back again.

and my new very round comedy bosom red bra has arrived!

lucky 13 - not

more and more i'm thinking that my daughter's idea is a good one...

she thinks that as i am spending at least 3-4 days a week lounging around the flat in my knickers, that i should set up some webcams and at least get paid for it - especially as my flatmate is a well known suicidegirl.

so this morn as i was wandering around the flat in my little black and white polka dot knickers with my nice black metal nipple rings and belly button jewelry - topless as usual - i started thinking yep, i should be getting paid!

so who wants a subscription, lol!

the fiance keeps sayin' how good i'm looking considering i'm 13 weeks into treatment.
i don't look good - i feel worse than i have since the beginning. i'm always exhausted and everything hurts...codeine is soooo my friend lately.

i can't wait til i can do more than work/sleep - missing my crochet projects!
...and i've got even more fishy ocean inspired patterns to be getting on with.

hope you are all having a good world hep awareness day.
unfortunately they weren't celebrating at aveda today - i forced myself out as i needed shampoo, but don't think i'm going to make it anywhere else.