Hell it's obviously that time of year again when I'm not the only one who is finding it chilly outside in the evening. I have squatters and they are the eight legged variety.
Try chasing a spider while wearing oxygen and you'll know what fear is! I'm sure the little fiend was going 'Nurr Nurr Nurr' at me with one of it's hairy legs up at it's nose. Every time I got near catching it, I'd catch the tube under the door or it wrapped itself around my ankles and the bugger would escape as I was yanked back. God it was so frustrating and the language was hardly god like! If the Pope passed my bungalow on route to London, he would have been straight back on 'Prayer Force One' to Rome!
Still I caught the squatter spider and I took the fiend right down the garden path before releasing it over the garden fence to find a new home. I pay rent, that doesn't!
Will try the French idea of having conkers around the bungalow and hope they keep the beasties away.
Work was easier today. Not that mad rush where you couldn't finish one task before starting another two and information overload all the time. Plus I felt happier as I have got the meeting that I wanted in the first place next week with my boss and that was just to tell her what was happening with me in an informal chat without getting myself stressed, which is what happened yesterday. I know everyone has my best interest at heart and no more than my new line manager and I do feel sorry that I may have given her a hard time the last couple of days, but I have to be the one that decides when or if I go part time. It's bad enough that I have little control over this damn disease.
Actually nothing has really changed in me as my stats have been very low for ages. So if anything, I should be livelier after having 16 hours of pure oxygen shoved up my nose. I also worked out my sick record and it's 17 days since before well before Christmas if I've got it right, so I feel quite good actually considering I have a serious illness and have just got over pneumonia using just 10 days out of the 17 for that.
Perhaps I can try being nicer again to everyone. Wasn't that my new years resolution after my birthday to be nicer and more tolerant????
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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