ITALY was, as I expected, just incredible!
We had the most wonderful time in the stunning area of Lake Maggiore, in our Bookings For You villa and I cannot wait to share the photos and travel tales with you all, very soon.
(Once I’ve edited the hundreds of photos I snapped, that is!)
However, it was also one of the strangest holidays I’ve ever had, because whilst I was there, I had a little health scare, which- if I’m being honest – has left me feeling a little traumatised.
Throughout my life, I’ve been very fortunate. I’ve never really had anything ‘wrong with me’ if you know what I mean.
Bar the odd common bug or illness and a bit of a dodgy back (thanks pregnancy!) I’m generally as fit as a fiddle. And I guess, because of my good fortune, I’ve taken my health for granted over the years.
Like many of us, I’ve drank far too much on occasion, dabbled with things I shouldn’t have and sometimes, eaten far too much junk food and nowhere near enough of the good stuff.
I’ve never thought that I’m invincible, but I’ve certainly been a bit blase about my health.
That is, until now.
You may remember that I talked about coming out in a nasty outbreak of hives, just before I set off on my travels.
Which all started on a Thursday morning with an odd rash that appeared on the top of my thighs.
Straight away I thought: “bloody hell, I hope it’s not chickenpox!” seeing as this childhood illness is going around Elsie’s nursery.
As the day progressed, so did the rash, cropping up in other areas, so I made an appointment with my GP, who said I’d had a little allergic reaction to my washing powder (of which I was skeptical as I’ve been using it for yonks), and that I’d be fine.
I was told to pop some cream on to cool down the rash and take an antihistamine tablet every day.
But on Friday morning, I woke up to find myself covered in the rash which was now as hot as hell, and unbearably itchy.
At around 9.00am, as I sat at my desk trying to work, I felt my throat start to swell up and developed a weird cough. It then became apparent that this ‘reaction’ had just got a little serious.
Struggling to breathe properly, I rang Jamie to come home and off we went to A&E, where they promptly gave me a big shot of steroids and told me, that I would be well in a few days and was fit to travel.
Relief all round!
And then rolled on Saturday. Travel day.
I woke up in the morning, expecting the hives to have disappeared, only to have found that they had covered my entire body. No longer were they odd spots but instead had merged into giant areas of ‘hot as hell’ redness.
The heat and itching was just horrendous. Seriously, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy but we had a place to catch and so on we went.
I covered up my body as much as possible, plastered my face in make up and jetted off to Italy.
We arrived around 8pm on Saturday evening at the stunning villa and it was then that I noticed that my legs had swollen. A lot.
“Nothing to worry about”, everyone said. “It can sometimes happen with flights.”
But then on Sunday morning I woke up and got the fright of my life.