What I didn't know is that you can be given a sedative reversal drug, meaning that walking out of Chelsea and Westminster I looked pretty normal, as supposed to a looking like a crack-head somnambulist. Still a little sleepy, and gosh I hate to think what my hair looked like (these days it's shocking at the best of times. Bloody vitamin deficiencies making it go all thin!). Despite this, I felt well up to making the most of this beautiful sunny day! Caramel coffee frapaccino in hand me and mummy hit Kensington High street with the sole intention of finding trousers. I have ONE pair of trousers I wear. The only ones that do up. And they're not that nice to be honest. I'm now the proud owner of two more that shock horror actually do up! Still a little baggy because my legs are stupidly skinny, but it's progress. And they're not black. I brought maroon jeans, and cream jeans with pink flowers on which I absolutely love. And two baggy tops. Blue and maroon (again). Yeah I like maroon. Thank you H&M!
Of course I also treated myself to TWO(!) mascaras and eye liner and two nail polishes (amaretto and marshmallow) and body spray and cotton buds. Yay cotton buds.
|My marshmallow nails, with added doodle|
And now i'm going to go to bed because I woke up a full 6 hours before what I deem a suitable time to get up. (Anytime after 1. Tough life. ) And i'm shattered!
Next endoscopy appointment: 6 MONTHS FTW!