h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Dear all,

Many thanks for the hugs. They meant a lot to me.

It gets worse. I had to go into hospital for surgery, as after two weeks or so my body hadn't managed to complete the miscarriage on it's own. And a few days after that, I collapsed and was rushed back to hospital with a post-operative infection (not-very-funnily enough, also known as puerperal fever, or that which killed Mary Wollstonecraft (the mother of Mary Shelley), so my literary credentials are still intact). I have been sent home again, after spending a couple of days being pumped full of the sort of almighty intravenous antibiotics where everyone's surprised if you DON'T throw up. I didn't surprise anyone . I am now on three more antibiotics, all of which could probably kill a badger at seventeen paces, but at least I get to swallow these and keep my lunch.

I feel rather unwell. I can't think why.

Good grief. I'm glad you're home. Just being there instead of in the hospital will make you feel better. And make S feel better. Please take care. You're in my thoughts daily.

Oh dear. I am speechless. and are so inadequate.

I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry to hear that you've had to go through all this. Glad you're home now and hope the antibiotics do their job soon.

Good grief, you poor woman

And poor S, he must have been so worried about you for him too.

I hope the infection clears up quickly.

You deserve all the , & we can collectively pile on you. And some. Just believe you're in our thoughts!

Ag, I send you hugs and love. My goodness.

Beastly, rotten luck indeed. I do hope you feel much better very soon

I hope your luck takes a very dramatic upswing. And soon.

Please, get Well soon.

Oh, how horrible!

Well, first of all, a from me, to add to your collection. Don't know what to say, except that you have my sympathy!