I do believe the worst of that attack might be over although I won’t know until I try bed. Nonetheless, the nausea and diahrroea have passed and the neck pain is reduced. I don’t feel quite so breathless nor so weak as I did and the sheer fevered madness of yesterday and much of today has passed. Being crook sux.
Today, Clarz got onto the middle of the road looking for Kaybee who was in a shop. That makes my blood run cold. She was screaming for her mum and all the cars were bipping their horns.
I spent the evening on Facetime with Eden and that comforts me. Some laughter and some simple happiness. An easing of the loneliness.
I am somewhat better.