Graft-Versus-Host-Versus-Constanze

"Dear Mrs Leukaemiaish Bone-Marrow,

I would deeply appreciate it if you stopped being so terribly annoying and fighting with Mr German Bone-Marrow. The effects of your constant rows are being felt throughout the neighbourhood of Constanze's Body. Your behaviour is very antisocial and causes great distess to surrounding organs. Mr Stomach and Mr Skin have already had to make many hospital visits due to the stress of your lack of abilty to get along nicely and I'm sure all the local organs would very much enjoy some peace and quiet. Thanks.

Yours sincerely,

Constanze."

There's a summary of my day for you. It's like a war zone in my innards, if it's not my stomach writhing and twisting like a itchy cat then it's my left side from my fall and if it's not that then it's my gvh rashes then it's my eyelids like ten tonne weights like slippery slopes to a never ending sleep.

So, yeah, I have not felt well today and I'm rather intimidated by the rest of the week if this is how I feel on just the first day of the madness. I mean, today was a bunch of good news, well, good news on paper, no more dermatology appointments planned, my gvh rashes are too boring to warrant professionals. I AM FREEEEEE. Just too rotten feeling to be able to fully appreciate it. It's a bit like a cake on a stick but I don't like cake and sherffdjiojfdfs. Nah, it'll be cool. Tomorow I have an early morning appointment, so I'll have two hours to kill before transport takes me home at 12, so that means TOASTED FLATBREAD. If I can get down the hill. Haha, I can get down the hill but CAN I GET BACK UP IT? All cancer and all pain is worth it for cheese. <3 Cheese <3

Right, left, going for a bath. Sooth the aches and pains and stabs and whatnots... My feet hurt too much, can't the bloody bath come to me for once?

Nightily night maya schamffely pies. Think of me as I run arouns the hospital tomorow in a free hormones daze. I must stop having the recurring dream about a artery in my neck bursting and getting blood on the stairs and creating a slipping hazard. Prioritisng there. *jolly, getting a bit better smile*

TIRED AND CONFUSED GOING NOW TO DREAM OF PROPER STUFF LIKE STAMPS AND TRAINS AND MY HALF GINGER not not not exploding necks. Aiiiii.

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