Groundhog day

It now feels like this is lasting forever – everyday feels like one big groundhog day. I wake up I feel okay for a bit then for some strange reason some evil man decides to have a party for one in my head from about 11 o clock onwards, he is so god damn regular; mental note must get rid of the party man! I can officially say I am over it all, the headaches, the nausea (the standing in the supermarket car park heaving away like a cat with a furball!). Yes this is no longer a fun party train, I am constantly exhausted and I want off!! However on a good note my mom is up here now and looking after me, so when the head is banging my mom is there to rub it, when I am chucking my guts up the moma is there rubbing my back and when I just need to lie there for a while and catch 40 winks she is pottering around looking after everything else to ensure the world keeps turning on its axis, ahhhhh thank goodness for mothers!! I start the next lot of injections on the 4th December and I am supposed to feel a lot better then, counting down the days!!! I don’t remember this part dragging out for sooooo long last time . . . . . . .