The 12th & 13th; How do I turn that off?

The 12th of June. 

I ate too much food and ooh boy I feel ghastly. 

It is Daddy's birthday! This morning, I just gave him some Jelly Babies and chocolate because his main present is going 4x4 driving on Friday in big cars. The rest of the morning disappeared with writing a blog post, then just before twelve we went out to pick up Grandma on the way to The Physician for lunch. 

We had some garlic prawns and olives to nibble on, then I had a rump steak sandwich and fries, followed by a mini sticky toffee pudding with a mocha. I considered having a normal-sized one, but I thought that might be excessive and cause me trouble. It turns out I needn't have worried because I feel like shit anyway. 

We got home about four, at which point I immediately went to the bathroom, then upstairs to lie down and undo my jeans so my tummy could have some more space. I might have a tiny slice of birthday cake later but ugh, I feel so awful. It doesn't help that gabapentin can mess with your digestive system and I'm pretty sure I've got that going on too. 

In good news, the people from last night want Fabio and will be picking him up on Saturday!

The 13th of June. 

I feel much better today. I did put on a pair of bigger jeans so my stomach didn't feel at all constricted. They are way too big but my belly has freedom!

This morning we took Fabio to the vet for his second jab. We met two good dogs - one who looked very happy and one who looked rather forlorn, bless her. When it was our turn, Fabio was a bit wriggly, but didn't do a protest poo or scratch anybody so I consider that pretty well-behaved. 

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Rocketman. He has been on about it for a while, and I figured that I would probably enjoy it. Which I did! Although it was another one of these films that makes me sad for myself. Just watching him perform and I will never do that again. I can't dance, even for a minute, and I'm not sure if I can ever sing again, even sitting down. My voice has been hoarse ever since I had my last cough, and even though it's starting to come back, I don't know how much more will return. And I barely have the strength to do more than a few words before I need to breathe again. It's really hard to accept when all your life being theatrical was what you were best at and when you listen to songs you automatically imagine yourself singing them. How do i turn that off?

Plus, Boris is going to be our next Prime Minister. Oh god.