Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet. Unfortunately it’s not because the Botox has performed miracles and I’ve been to busy partying and travelling the world to keep up my blog! To be honest, it’s been a little depressing even contemplating doing my blog as I stupidly envisaged it being a documentation of me gradually improving when the reality is quite the opposite.

So, I’ve had some highlights – Soph and Hayden’s wedding, my sister and her boyfriend over from Australia, Karl and Alice from New Zealand and the yoga girls coming to stay (More entries to come on those soon!). I’ve not had a very good time since the second round of Botox. It made me so sick I tore a ligament in my spine and had a very fun afternoon passed out on the bathroom floor with my poor mother. I’d collapsed against the door so my mum couldn’t get out to A) turn off dinner that was cooking or B) get any help. It was almost funny. I then spent the next few weeks in (even more of) a drug induced haze struggling somewhat as the only thing that eased the pain (apart from gallons of Deep Heat) was walking. I could only walk a very short distance because the vertigo was so awful so it made for an interesting time. Honestly, someone up there is having a really good laugh!

So things are gradually returning to baseline and I’m due to have a Greater Occipital Nerve block done at the end of the month – who knows what that will do to me but I guess I just have to keep hoping something positive will eventually happen. I’m due some luck at some point, and yes, I have considered starting to buy lottery tickets.

I’m very lucky I have such supportive family and friends, they truly are amazing. I tried to make it to the village carnival last weekend and ended up passed out on the floor in a puddle – not my most glamorous moment! Once we’d convinced all the bystanders that I didn’t need the St John’s Ambulance I managed to get myself into a nearby bus shelter. My family had all rallied round at this point and as I couldn’t move far they all joined me in the bus shelter with drinks from the local pub – you have to laugh!

My sister got caught trying to leave the pub with two pints of IPA and a GnT. When asked where she was going she explained being back in the village she was reliving her youth by getting drunk in the bus shelter. I think they believed her too!

Thank goodness they help me to see the funny side 😉