inbox of doom...

so yesterday i finally felt up to looking at my personal emails.
there was one for me from my dad titled 'gluten free ideas' that went on to tell my one of my mom's best friends had just passed away...then further down the inbox i opened an inbox titled chris gaffney benefit to find out that the hacienda brother had passed away from liver cancer...as you can imagine this hit me really really hard with the whole hepC liver thing.

i should never read private emails at work!

especially as i'm having the period from hell today and shouldn't even be getting them considering i'm on depo provera...ugh. i'm sure its side effects from all the meds that i'm on.

but now i'm double pukey and have to go out with work tonight because they especially chose a chinese place with lovely vegan options for me.

and wardrobe completely malfunctioning today.

i've bled through my faded black jeans, the weather has changed and its thunder/lightning/hail and i'm wearing little audrey hepburn flats and have no scarf or umbrella!

of course i am at oxford circus but was very uninspired by today's lunchtime shop.
caroline where are you when i need you!!! lol...

if its tuesday it must not be belgium. darn.

yesterday was bad.

it was the first time i woke up sooo sick in the middle of the night that i thought 'there is no way i am going to make it to work today'...
i layed in b3d for hours just feeling feverish and pukey and achey,
but in the end i forced meself to get up out of bed and go in.

then i sat at my desk all day trying not to puke in my bin.
my lovely colleagues kept asking me if i needed to be there (answer yes) and telling me i looked ghostly white (i am sure that i did as i felt it)

i am at week 8
its when i heard it gets bad

and to stop feeling so spaced i'm only taking half an anti-d on work nights...