Restless night. The headache didn't shift and I woke up repeatedly. Eventually I realised a lot of it was R being restless. The final straw was a hard kick to the leg, him kicking me I hasten to note. I took myself, drugs and sickbowl to a quieter bed. I woke again, sometime around 4, felt sick just from turning over, so took an anti sickness tablet (ondansetron, very expensive according to S). It worked fairly well, so that I was able to take some painkillers at about 7.30.
I got up and moved back downstairs to the double bed. After lolling for a bit, I read. Sarah Waters, The Little Stranger. Started off well, promised a lot, and instead turned into a Waters special, overtones of the supernatural with multiple villains. AND an unsatisfactory ending. She's no Emma Donaghue, that's for sure, despite the hype and fame she has and Emma has doesn't.
I'm still obsessing about the 2nd lump. I'm leaning towards going to the GP but thought I'd contact K about it first, given that she's been in my place and maybe let R feel it as well. Make sure I'm not being a hysterical hypochondriac.
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