5th June 2017

I got home last night, started on antibiotics and all is good in the world again.

Big thank you to my sister Julie managed to talk me down off my emotional rollercoaster when my blood results came back a bit off with my haemoglobin  (turns out it wasn't a correct reading when they were re did later).

I managed to convince the wonderful doctor to let me home last night and I slept like a log.

So all is sparkly and good again

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