A week and a half into these meds and I’m feeling absolutely bloody awful.
Skin tone for today is at least fifty shades of grey, with a dash of sickly green thrown in for good measure. If Farrow & Ball were to name the colour, I’d say it would probably be a toss-up between ‘Deathly Pallor, ‘Decaying Corpse’ or ‘Watery Vomit’. To make matters worse, my skin is also purging a year’s worth of impurities. This ain’t good and it sure ain’t pretty.
Things don’t improve much from the neck down. All four limbs feel like they’ve been encased in concrete and my bones continually ache. Random sharp pains are jabbing me in the back. My hands are sore and all scrunched up like arthritic old claws. Body temperature wise I’m fluctuating between early menopausal flushes and Arctic chill.
I think my brain has short-circuited; it’s spluttering along on just the one cell. The most it can deal with today is TOWIE, and even that’s proving a struggle. God help me, I am in trouble.
Yup, it definitely feels like I’m grinding to a halt here. What the hell is happening in there? And how much worse does it get before it starts to get better?