I feel totally and utterly whacked out today. Yesterday's hospital, rehab, physio and re-potting my plant pots (ok that was probably a mistake) has taken it's toll on me.
Yesterday I had to get to hospital fairly early for me with my container full to the handle of warmish pee and I was right to ask for a milk churn, as I couldn't fit all my pee in the container!... Mind you it was so good sitting on a toilet and peeing this morning with the pee going where it was supposed go and not down my leg... bliss.
I also had to have my bloods tests done for my transfusion, blood group, liver and kidney function etc done at the same time as I handed the pee in and was very pleasantly surprised as there was only two people in front of me. And lady taking my blood was very surprised that it wasn't a camel sitting in front of her when I handed over my pee!
Next was my idea which with hindsight really was a mistake and that was to stop off and get some plants for my ex to pot up for my garden ready for winter. But of course me being me thought that I could do them, which I could at a snails pace which is the only speed I can do, but I had forgotten that rehab was 2pm and not 4pm... so no recovery time.
No matter, I'll take my time on the exercises, after all every bit counts and at least I'm doing something.
Of course today is the day my specialist decides that he wants my 6min walk result... bugger. I can handle that easy, just take it slowly. Which I did, but by 5mins I was wavering about like a drunk with my bust thrust out and my hands on my hips to open my airways! After the test, my stats were 80... double bugger.
I did my exercises after a fashion which included a lot of leaning against things and only doing the exercise when Sadie looked my way.
After rehab come my physio and I was bashed within an inch of my life. I had parted with quite a lot off my lungs before rehab as I didn't want any accidents, but there was still some real sticky stuff down there.
And now I feel like a wet lettuce and guess what? I have to put all my mother's clocks back ready for tomorrow and there is seven alone in her front room that all need changing and she likes new batteries in each one. And the rest of my sisters and brother are where? Oh I know, they are nowhere to be seen... gits.
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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