So at the end of the first full day at the Paralympics TeamGB is in 2nd place with 4 glorious Gold medals.  We are second only to the US who also has 4 glorious Gold medals - yay us! and US!  SO that’s the proud bit out of the way.  Not that you would in any way be aware that the Paralympics were on if you watched TV or listened to the radio - they weren’t even mentioned on the news.  4 GOLD MEDALS PEOPLE!!!

I have a small confession to make.

I forgot to refill my blood pressure pills prescription and have not had them for 3 days.  It will be at least another 2 before I get them.  It is my own stupid fault - I thought I had more left than I did. It’s quite amazing, to me, how quickly the good they do goes away.  It feels once again like my blood is boiling, I feel like I am spoiling for a fight, the tiredness is two times and add a bit worse, and… well… I am just more… bleurgh.

I’ll be so glad when I can pick up my pills and take them again!

So the pills, they turned on me today, went on strike, refused to do the floaty thing anymore. The pain, oh the pain… All day. Being asked if I wanted to go home about 19 times was nice. Refusing to do it 19 times? S-T-U-P-I-D.

The lovely cotton wool turned into a thick grey sludge which made me feel simultaneously like I was drowning as I was so heavy, and like I wasn’t actually in my body anymore. There wasn’t a moment when I didn’t feel nauseous but couldn’t be sick. I felt as weak as a kitten all day - attempts to raise blood sugars just resulted in more sick feeling. I couldn’t even face dinner tonight even though it was one of my favourites (Italian meatballs with tagliatelle (I know I’ve spelt that wrong…)) and fell into bed as soon as I got in.

I am only blogging now as my body decided I am allowed to be awake and in minimal pain long enough to get this post out there.

Just want to say thank you to my Mum for the cold flannel. Oh yeah, the hot flashes that were funny yesterday were draining today.

I have realised though this whole experience that I could never be an opiates addict as I would like a consistent high through the proceedings - not this hit and miss palaver.

Dihydrocodeine.
A word that effects me in a number of ways. It makes me giddy then sleepy, fidgety and then dozy, my fingertips are tingling and my eyeballs ache. My head feels a little like there are small bees flying around it, and then it feels empty but I don’t care… because…

I can’t feel my toothache! But boy do I know it when the pills wear off!

And my ‘emergency’ appointment is on Thursday at 1pm. So, the next two days look like they will be quite fun.

Today was… amusing. Yep, that’s the word for it. Funny. One of the girls I work with quit (the other is still on holiday) so I was effectively on my own for a large portion of today. On the one day I really shouldn’t have been. It was quite hard to keep hold of any real thoughts without letting them slide into the papier mache in my brown bread.

But all the lovely lovely people I work with really rallied around

and helped me out (mostly by making me coffee and keeping me company - they really are lovely lovely people).

The day ended with the sky exploding in beautiful colours and me trying to get them whilst on the bus and whilst explaining why I love taking photographs to someone who could’ve cared less.

Probably more impressive with the pills… mmmm…

Onwards to tomorrow!