I’m home again after 4 of the very worst days of my life. Up until now I’ve been able to hold things all together and stay firmly positive and upbeat, but over the past for days in hospital I completely fell apart emotionally. My friends and family are all cheering me from the rafters, convinced I’m brave and courageous. Well the past few days has proved I am a total fraud in the bravery stakes. I was a blubbing…
My boob outing to the Olympics may be off the agenda now - my infection has got stacks worse despite being on mega-strength antibiotics for five days, and I've just spoken to the hospital. The doctor there has told me to get up there as quickly as possible, with an overnight bag packed, and I may be kept in overnight on intravenous antibiotics. More needles, less tennis, to be honest I've had better weekends…
