My life does f’ing suck, it really does.
Lying on a trolley in Charing Cross Hospital.
Dani tired and gone home.
Prob here all night.
When’s it gonna end, this run of luck?

I ate a handful of hazelnuts. Ten minutes later my eyes were so swollen I couldn’t open them, the 40% of me that can itch, did itch, my lips were swollen and I couldn’t really swallow.

The ambulance eventually arrived and I’ve had a steroid injection into a line into a vein in my right hand.

Throughout, my brave little Amber held my hand tight and said encouraging things to me, at one point saying ‘don’t worry Daddy, you’ll be ok, you , always survive everything’   Between words, I knew that she was looking away and crying, as I am now at the thought of it, alone here . Why is she repeatedly having to be put through this? She doesn’t deserve the trauma of my condition and repeated brushes with ambulances

As  I’m now on a hard trolley , I’m susceptible to a pressure sore if I don’t move my legs about to different positions ( with my arms ).

It seems as though I’m only just out of hospital and now I’m back in, in a non specialist unit. I fear for my health here, I must say. Apparently I’m here for observation though that’s the last thing they’re doing.

i feel as though as soon as a positive thing happens in my life, like the course I’ve just been on, then fate just has to knock me back down again.

Big thanks to Dan White, for yet again being there in a crisis and not panicking.