After 41 hours of sleep interspersed with flurries of running to the bathroom, I managed to get out of bed today and into some clothes.

I’ve taken a whole pack of pills but eaten nothing for more than 48 hours now. I’m still so sick it’s horrible.

Despite there being only three games left this season, I have to face the fact that I cannot go to my beloved WHL tomorrow.

For someone who usually has boundless energy and enthusiasm, it’s taken another supreme effort to get this shot and post. The only emotion I can find in me is misery and I can’t stop crying. Poor DM – he’s being very supportive despite my lack of progress. I feel defeated.

Last year it was Good Friday and we were out on the Lurker's maiden voyage and the year before there was great excitement when the Epsom Diner was on fire!!!