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I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!

Sunday, 21 March 2010

Things that go whir in the night

Have you ever had one of the dreams where the your subconscious crosses over with reality and you don't know what's real?

I have had those moments before, especially when wanting a pee and I'm too warm and cuddly to get up. You are frightened to go to sleep properly in case you dream that you are peeing and you actually do it in the bed, so in the end you've wasted about a hour of good quality sleep just because you are too lazy to get up and then you have to anyway.

Last night was similar. I could hear a very loud whirring noise as I drifted in and out of sleep because the loud whirring was disturbing me, in the end I was awake enough to think 'Hell my concentrator is noisy'. It took me about another 10mins though to realise if that is my concentrator, then something is seriously wrong with it and my head is attached to it. If that baby blows up then so does my face.

I stumbled out of bed completely ignoring the fact that my bedroom was lit up like daylight and tried to switch off my concentrator, but every time I switched it off I could still hear the loud whirring noise, but my very sleepy brain couldn't compute. This was where the panic level shot up to a scale 10. Luckily the helpful bright light in my bedroom helped me to see that I was actually turning off the machine and if I listened carefully it wasn't my machine making all that racket after all, but it was coming from outside.
It was that moment that I realised that my bedroom was lit up and I hadn't put on the light. I staggered over to the window then, well actually I didn't, because I was still attached to the concentrator and I had got myself in a muddle by then.

Lo and behold it wasn't my concentrator...Hoorah my face was safe, it was just a police helicopter searching for someone, probably a serial killer on the loose and I sleep with my windows open. But hey I'll sleep on that problem and sort it out another day.

Lots of love Debbie x

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