In sickness and...sickness

The horror began at about 1.30am, when I stuck my head out of the bed and vomited. It was the sort of terrible vomit that is totally relentless, whenever one bout ended I was barely able to get my breath back before I was forced to bendover the loo again and start heaving once more. Sorry for being so graphic, but there you are, it was a rough night.

We all rose early as today was the day of Rose's denervation procedure at the hospital. She always both dreads and looks forward to the continued operations on her lower back/lumbar area. Looks forward to them, as they may eventiually bring her relief from the chronic pain that she suffers, and dread, because of the excruciating pain that the op causes her. It's always weird seeing her come to in the ward, she looks really young and tiny and vulnerable. Today two of the nurses askes me if I was nervous about my 'daughter's operation'. I cannot really blame them though, I look madly rough and knackered today - especially as I have burst all of the blood vessels around my eyes and mouth from puking all night. I think I look a bit like that Charlize Theron when she plays the murderer in the film Monster. But, obviously a much less attractive version of her.

The op went well, but she's really in pain now. We have watched a terrible programme called 'Popstar to Opera star' on ITV, wich had an inexplicable judging team that included Lawrence Lewellyn-Bowen - opera qualifications? None, but he does like to wear those flamboyant shirts with frilly sleeves, so that's just as good. Meatloaf is also a judge and everythime someone sings, so gushing and forward is he in his praise that he has begun to announce that he wants to 'do' the contestants: "Give it to me baby! OH YEAH! I wantcha!" Hmmm. Nice! Unfortunately I missed it last week when Alex James (the love of my life between the ages of 13-15) who has begun to whore himself out on any reality tv show going, sang the famous aria from Rigoletto, whilst jutting and strutting around like a prize tit. He was the first voted off. Ah well, he's still a very foxy man and probably Meatloaf offered to console him by performing some soft of sexy sex act upon him.

Now I think I will try to make myself look slightly less freakish - but if you do see me in the coming few days, you will know why I seem to be wearing all of my capilleries on the outside of my face.

Bonne nuit! xxx