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Running on empty

The last few days I've experienced fatigue like never before. Doing even the simplest things leave me feeling exhausted and about to collapse. 

I think it's probably because at the moment my diet exists of eggs and rice and my attempts to include anything different have a 100% failure rate. I've had to cut out the Ensure milkshakes as they're hurting my tummy and instead have switched to the Ensure juices which I have to say are pretty horrid (but a necessary evil at the moment). I can't manage cheese and roast potatoes so I don't know if its dairy that is causing the problem or the fat in the food. 

Today I'm having mash and gravy and if that goes ok then I might try sweet potato mash and see how I go with that. 

On Friday I went to the pharmacy to collect my prescriptions. I had contemplated walking but it was too far so my bestie gave me a lift. Good job too as I had 7 carrier bags full of medication and there's no way I would have been able to carry them home. The pharmacist even had to help me carry them to the car cause I couldn't manage them, they were so heavy!

When we got home we counted that I had 91 bottles of Ensure...that should keep me going for a little while!!


But remember the calorie shot that costs £5 a bottle that the GP was reluctant to give me? It was only out of stock! Apparently there's a manufacturing problem with it at the moment and they don't know when it will be available to order in again. 

So I feel like I'm running on empty at the moment. I'm losing weight which on one hand is good but on the other it's probably due to muscle wastage because I'm not able to physically do much. 

I'm going to try and get out for some little walks next week with the kids as it's half term and if we stay in for the week we will all end up going stir crazy. Luckily my sister-in-law is on the M1 as I type, driving down to help me for half term. She's a teacher so off school too and she's bringing her 2 kids so Big Fella and Big Girl are very excited that cousin 1 and cousin 2 will be here for a massive sleepover. I'm sure the house will be complete chaos but full of laughter and love which is what makes it a home. And I wouldn't want it any other way. 

NB x

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