The 12th & 13th; My leg is still humongous.

The 12th of June. Ha well I did not start off the day very well. My right leg is much larger than my left, it feels like I've pulled a muscle in my thigh, and my back is still awful. Daddy came in and we had a chat, then I went downstairs and realised that it's his birthday and I hadn't written his card or wrapped his presents. I had to get Mommy to bring them down so I could give them to him.

We went to the QE for one o'clock to do the video for Charlie and the other people doing the London to Paris ride. After doing my filming (got it in one take, yes), we hung around to see Igor and get him to look at my enormous leg. He decided I needed an ultrasound to see if there was a clot, gave me some antibiotics and put me back on the clexane that Ram stopped on Wednesday. Got to hope that furosemide and clexane make me the right size again.

Christine has come home for the weekend, so we went out for dinner at Côte for Daddy's birthday meal. I basically had a lot of meat and a few green beans.

Tonight I am tired and my leg fucking hurts.

The 13th of June.

My leg is still humongous. It's insane. It's too wet for skirts so I'm in leggings that will have stretched so much I'll probably never be able to wear them again. I just have to carry on with the clexane and furosemide for a few days and if it doesn't start going down, I'll have to go and demand some more scans.

Daddy, Christine and I went to see Spy this afternoon and saw absolutely zero good trailers. There was one romantic drama about a girl who falls in love with a cowboy and there's an old man...I don't know, but it made me want to vom. Designed to make one cry. Spy was good though, except I can't get over Melissa McCarthy's resemblance to Dawn French with the short hair. Why did no one say something? Also, I would have liked her to tell Jude Law to go fuck himself for sniping her.

Anywho, back at home with my leg up on a stool. Let's hope it goes down, I really don't fancy an inpatient stay right now.