More gremlins I'm afraid but finally I have been able to finish this post off.
After the 'bad news' I never thought for a second I would see my 27th birthday.
I think I am still living back in May, and time, what with the campaign, petition, the parties, general fun and now the illness, has just disappeared.
I'm not normally a big fan of birthdays but it would seem daft not to mark this one.
Let's face it, and this is a bit sad to actually write, but it's very likely to be my last.
Despite still feeling poorly my family and I are still going to have a fun day today.
I knew my birthday was looking up when my dad picked up this hugely inappropriate birthday cake. Made us all laugh though.
For many of you who don't know Keith - yes his name is Keith - he only reads books by Bernard Cornwell, preferably the Sharpe ones and loves Carry on Films. Needless to say it was a fine choice.
The comments from all you have been incredible as well. I have asked Liam to actually do some work for a change and get publishing them! We had about 60 in one minute!
It is my birthday.
The door has not stopped being banged on by post men and couriers bringing me cards and presents.
It is incredible. Me and my parents have never known anything like it.
A little journalist joke as well. Being 27 now will throw every single hack who covers my story again in the coming weeks and months.
I also know what you are thinking: there is a fine line between sophisitcated, fabulous and camp.
I love my dressing gown and it is particularly helpful when I'm breaking out in the sweats. It does look like something Oscar Wilde might have worn and maybe I should crack on with those old-school cigarettes with a holder.
It is from Paul Smith darling and is from my fabulous grandma no less.
Please note the Lucozade.
My stomach is making noises I have never heard before. The volume of the gurgling is deafening.
It seems to start off in my chest and then helter skelter round my stomach and intestines.
I was up at least four times in the night so again I just need to sleep through.
Dehydration is my current biggest battle but I have already knocked back two pints of orange cordial with ice.
I feel unsettled and generally unwell.
The district nurse has just been round and taken blood and I couldn't help temporarily feel a bit sorry for myself with my lot.
Don't worry - I have bucked my ideas up now.
I don't think there will be any booze today and there won't be excessive eating but I am determined to stay out of hospital.
It's just so difficult having a very limited immune system.
My family and friends who have all come down with this bug are making progress.
I seem to be staying the same or, if anything, getting worse.
Thanks again for all the best wishes. The amount of cards and presents, as you can see, has been overwhelming and I really wasn't expecting anything like this.
Thank you to everyone who sent a present or a card or took time to post a comment. There have been nearly 400 in the last 48 hours.
That is a phenomenal and very touching response.
Here is also a birthday greeting from the UK's Education Secretary Ed Balls: "On Adrian's birthday I just wanted to renew my pledge that we will do all we can in government to back Adrian's aim to educate all young people on the need for bone marrow donation.
"To this end Alan Johnson and I will be writing to every secondary school to make sure they have the materials and information they need for discussions in school about bone marrow donation.
You have only to read Adrian's blog to see how passionate he is and how he has a sense of mission about this idea. His campaign has been courageous and inspiring and I will continue to do all I can to back Adrian's mission."
Campaign update in next post with some written answers.
Finally, what are you lot trying to suggest about me?
As soon as this bloody bug goes I will be enjoying some of these lovely bottles I have been sent.
Thanks again and best wishes to you all too.