Company.

The worst thing about being all ill is the loneliness. I'm used to being ill, I'm used to pacing myself and balancing my time and working out what I can do around my illness, but when something else, something additional hits you that all changes. You feel too awful to interact with other folk, speaking is difficult, company requires an effort. But at the same time you could really do with the help, some shopping, some sympathy, someone to make you a cup of tea and make sure you are ok. A deep need to feel less isolated and alone, the abject misery gets to you especially when you're a single girl who lives on her own. I didn't want to see people because it was too hard to talk and all I wanted to do was curl up and try to sleep, but at the same time, perversely, I felt totally abandoned.
Except for one thing, my mum called me every day, sometimes twice. To check on me, to let me croak out my ailments and to try and cheer me up. It was invaluable. Thank you Mum x