So, first things first – Hurrah! Whoop! Whoop!

I won the Superdrug competition, which has left me more than a little excited, especially about my trip to Barcelona!

Secondly, big thanks to the Superdrug peeps and also to fellow bloggers Phoebe and Hollie for your lovely congratulations… great we’re gonna be hanging out here for the forseeable future.

And thirdly, onto less great things – the reason why I’ve been so quiet lately, both here and Deafinitelygirly.com

Well, for the last few days I’ve not been having the most fun. After feeling a little ill at Niknak’s Hen party – bad tummy ache, and not the fault of the alcohol, and spending most of Monday saying ‘Ow, ow’ whenever I moved around, Miss K finally convinced me to see a doctor on Tuesday.

Who promptly send me to A&E at my local hospital, who promptly admitted me, and who less than promptly at 3am yesterday morning, after a 2-hour operation, whipped out my appendix.

So now, I am appendixless and feeling a little sore for it. I am also on a ward with a wailing woman who I can hear, a little old lady who I can’t, and a catering lady who, when for the 5 hours I was not nil by mouth yesterday read me the menu so incoherently, I just ordered the three things I heard, which turned out to be apple juice – I gave it to Ma, a tuna sandwich – I gave it to Pa, and strawberry jelly – I gave it to the Food Expert, who was visiting at the time.

You see, for the first time in my life, I am not actually hungry. Hell, I can barely sit up and, after discovering the gruesome details of the operation from my surgeon yesterday, I will be surprised if my intestine EVER speaks to me again.

Apparently, and I don’t know why I am surprised by this, my appendix was quite unlike anything the surgeon has ever seen. Apparently also, this is not a good thing, so it has been sent to pathology for pickling and I get the results this morning – hence the nil by mouth in case of further surgery

*GULP

Anyway, I can tell you what doesn’t seem to a priority in this place…

BEAUTY!

Since I got admitted, I haven’t been able to wash my hair, cleanse my face or even really had time to look in the mirror. As it was an emergency, they whipped off my purple 2true nail polish for surgery and since then, I’ve done nothing but resemble Mr Rochester’s wife in Jane Eyre, wandering around in a white gown, or not wandering actually as it’s to painful.

Last night, I sent Ma on a mercy dash to my little flat to pick up some essentials. Multiple bags later, she and Pa arrived back with Pinktop – so I could bring you this blog, and my wash bag, filled with goodies that she’d found strewn around my dressing table. So I have my Superdrug Natural High Face Wash – perfect for removing post-op grime, and a whole lotta make up, which has cheered me up immensely, especially when it comes to not scaring my visitors away.

Not that I’ve put much on to tell you the truth, but it’s amazing what a slick of 2true lip gloss and a dusting of 2true bronzer can do to a girl who’s stomach now resembles a chess board.

And now, it’s 4.48am – I am wide awake as a nurse has just been in to replace my IV, so I thought I’d use my time wisely and say hello again. Hopefully, the next time you hear from me, I will be all better, out and about, and off on fab adventures courtesy of Superdrugloves.com. My current mission, is to get well enough for Barcelona – I wanna eat tapas by the sea, drink Cava with my paella, and dance the night away at La Fira  – the best club in town.

I’m just off to have a little nightdream…

xxxxxx