...I'm starting to get nervous about leaving the street 'cos the last time was to go to an ashes dispersal, back at the end of Summer and the only time I've left the house since then is to take out and bring in our rubbish and recycling containers each week.
Steve's got both of his stews and I've decided against the bread and spread after all in case it's too much for my body to cope with. "Assuming you're not spewing up everywhere, we're having a birthday tea [from Subway]" so I've requested a Subway salad with a side of 9 hash browns, 2 vegan cookies and 2 bottles of Pepsi Max Cherry so that I can keep the salad in the fridge if my stomach starts playing up after the hash browns, but I'm not gonna take any risks until my body starts to recover. It'll be my body deciding everything for as long as it takes and it's tough shit if people don't like it.
Apparently we're going over to Steve's mum and sister for Sunday lunch, despite knowing how badly I was affected each of the previous 3 times, but if my body says no, then I'm standing firm this time and Steve'll have to drag me out of the house and clear up my spew if I start throwing up everywhere 'cos I'm not going anywhere willingly until my body has recovered this time.
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