I sometimes wonder what I put you readers through.
One day it's all guns blazing, drink downing, House of Lords campaigning bravado.
The next day you get this.
On Monday afternoon and evening I was really unwell and was eventually sick.
We are still not sure what caused this but once again it was the uncertainty of being in a situation you don't fully understand or know where it's going to go.
My mum phoned up the excellent district nursing team and I spoke to a sister.
I explained my symptoms then had to run off to vomit while she was still on the line.
The nurses came round really quickly and gave me a strong anti-sickness injection.
The nausea quickly subsided but the drug knocked me out big time.
I felt like Mr T when he made it perfectly clear he wasn't intending to board any plane.
The sedation lasted ALL of Tuesday. I would wake up feeling groggy for about 20 minutes then have to go back to bed for about four hours at least.
I still have a strange feeling in my stomach but it is improving.
As I have written many times before I am not afraid of dying.
However, I am scared that the end stages will be long, drawn-out and unpleasant.
Sedation can really help but that loss of control, which is probably going to happen to me, is frightening.
For all the fun I've been having lately, the decisions I have made, the control I have taken back from this disease; that blip was a timely punch in the head that this situation is unlikely to unfurl in quite the way any of us would hope.
You can forget or kid yourself just how debilitating feeling unwell is.
I always want to be on my feet, out of bed, doing everything I can while I still have time.
Not so exhausted that I have to turn my phone off and leave my friends and family all wondering and worrying.
Lying in bed, not knowing if you are going to get better, or what exactly is causing you to feel sick, is scary.
The times you are awake but unable to function normally are the worst. There is too much time to think seriously about those end stages and with your stomach aching, your body feeling out of sorts, I did find myself getting a bit upset.
You find self-pity rearing its ugly and pointless head again.
My mind opens up again to the injustice and seemingly relentless tragedy that you have all shared over the last 18 months or so.
Please, when my time does run out, let it be as peaceful as possible.
I've had my fair share of unpleasant experiences - as have all my family and friends.
I'm writing this at 5.45am on Wednesday morning.
That is a good indication that the sedation has worn off and my body clock is desperately trying to readjust.
I feel tons better and have a quieter day planned ahead.