I’ve been trying to decide whether I should publish this all day. I still don’t know if it’s wise, but what the hell.
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Last Friday, I had a very good day, didn’t feel too ill, pain bearable, nausea minimal – I could get to like that.
Saturday I felt appalling, so desperately ill and hideously nauseous that I came within an ace of killing myself – and no, that’s not hyperbole. I just wanted it to stop, I didn’t care how. If it hadn’t begun to let up about then, I wouldn’t be here bitching about it now.
And it was, I’m sure, also the fact that I managed to externalise it (on Twitter), and get some perspective, that hauled me back from the brink, and I apologise to anyone whom I worried/scared at the time.
Looking back at Friday night reminded me that Continue reading