Can't function, can't get out of the house, can't eat, can't drink...without thinking or feeling like I'm going to spew.
Some days are better than others...but genuinely feeling like a car crash.
Dave spoke to both sets of parents about my 'condition'...both saying 'oh good'..rather than commiserating with me. I suppose being 'sick' is better than not feeling anything and wondering if anything was wrong. Quite clearly there isn't.
