Yay I did it. I went to the away day and survived... I am a demi god!!! Honestly to me it was a huge achievement. I managed to do my morning drug routine and get to Jean's early. We went to the centre and I only had to walk out once as I began to feel a bit on the twitchy side and that was nearly at the end of the last break away session, so a gold star for me as far as I'm concerned.
I know why it became such a 'must do' thing for me to conquer and that was because my big boss said I didn't have to go if I didn't want to and that took the pressure off me. But it then gave me a personal challenge to see if I could overcome the fear of going somewhere different with people I didn't know and was going to have to talk to them without gibbering.
I hope I didn't come across aggressive like I normally do when I'm scared. I don't think I did as there were people that I had met before from the other campus and that made it easier for me.
I came home jolly tired though and can now sleep for a week, especially as the worry of going to the away day has now passed. I might actually sleep without trying to strangle myself with my oxygen tubes from rolling about the bed as much as I have been just lately.
I do have another challenge tomorrow and that is going to see the opticians yet again about these new glasses and convincing them that I can not see properly while wearing them. I couldn't see the text on the huge screens today when my boss was doing her presentation. I now know it is the glasses and not me, as my sight was blurry and my eye balls actually ached when I got home. The guest speaker must have thought I was a right tart sitting there in sunglasses come the end of her presentation in the semi darkness, as that was the only way I could see the screens! So famous high street opticians that I can't name... You suck!
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- 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!
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