Christina Applegate is where she has spent many listless, painful nights over the last year working on her memoir: in bed.
She passes most of her days inside a bedroom of her home in Laurel Canyon, a neighbourhood of Los Angeles in the Hollywood Hills.
It is already not a great day when we connect over video conference in late February – no day is free from the exhaustion and symptoms of multiple sclerosis, the autoimmune disease she was diagnosed with in 2021. This particular afternoon, she says, is “c*** on a cracker”.
