Pnuemonia made me its bitch

Man oh man has it ever.
I felt crappy most of the week and the weekend wasn't much better. Monday came and so I thought "right Im going to weigh in and my apts and see how I go"
Along to weigh in I wheezed. Lost half a stone in 2 weeks. Yay.
Drove to portsmouth. Luckily lee decided to come with (even though I could definitely drive and could see no point in him coming.)
Had my apt then got asked if I wanted someone to listen to my chest. Sure I agreed.
Long story short I had pnuemonia. Luckily not bad enough to be admitted. However I was warned I was on dodgy ground. So antibiotics all the steroids rest and permission to feel sorry for myself. I also got told off for driving and told Lee definitely needs to drive me home.
I rested and rested (genuinely rested not the kind where I say I will but still try and do things) but by the weekend I was still feeling like poop. So I had to miss my sister in law to be's hen do in Brighton :-( they all had a great time and I genuinely would have held them back so it was for the best.
This week I have got better then felt rubbish then felt better then felt rubbish. Tomorrow I am going to wembley to watch the strictly tour and saturday I am going to a charity masked ball my friend is holding then its my sisters birthday Sunday, so today I have been hardcore resting as my chest is particularly loud. hopefully what has turned into literally a bed day will mean I can do everything.

 I need to dye my hair as well so that will be fun as I was supposed to do it over a week ago but I can not go to formal occasion with these roots. hopefully I can avoid dying all of me purple like I usually do :-/
It sounds silly but such things make me feel so much worse when I am ill. I only lost 2lb last week as well. but as I barely moved it was a better result than it could of been. I might be pale with bags round my eyes and cracked lips from all the nebs but if I dont have roots I definitely feel like I have my s**t together.

Wish me luck lol.

Callie :-)

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