I was feeling pretty unwell on Sunday morning. Flare up of symptoms. Instead of staying in bed I thought this was the ideal opportunity to take a trip to Brighton. Oh yes, daft me indeedy. My logic was, if I'm going to France, then I most like will experience the full force of p.o.t.s somewhere along the trip. I really wanted to see how I would cope with the symptoms, I mean an hours trip isn't the same as a two day road trip, nevertheless its a start. Wasn't so bad, yeah i felt unwell but hey thats life with a crap illness. Yesterday I had to rise at 6am, to attend the psycho-d therpay.
Well today my ambitious side has well and truly caught up with me. I feel like poo. Short of breath, nauseous, extremely weak, not really with it. It just aint fair.