Always a good start to the day when a friend comes bearing gifts and today was Julie bearing pecan danish pastries...Mmmm my favourites.
I think that's how all days should start with friends bringing you breakfast. The only good thing about being in hospital is that you get served breakfast, but the downside is it's always served at some hideous time in the early morning.
Not only did Julie serve breakfast, but she helped me change my sheets, which I have to admit when I do it myself leaves me needing a lie down straight afterwards, but I don't like to crumple the sheets! When I say Julie helped me that might be a slight exaggeration, as what I mean is I changed the pillow cases and then sat down accompanied by a lot of heavy breathing while she did all the work. But, I did do all my ironing after she left, so I did achieve something today.
Had my physio later on in the afternoon and admitted to Sadie that I wasn't feeling as perky as normal and she agreed by saying I looked knackered. I don't think that's a medical term, but it sums the situation up quite accurately! I actually look shite at the moment. Low stats, very breathless and feeling and looking very old!
Plus I couldn't be arsed to go out today, in fact I didn't want to go out today.... worrying.
When my mother said not to worry about coming over in the cold as my sister had been this morning, I didn't need telling twice, even though I feel happier if I've checked on her myself. I have this need to give her a kiss and a hug everyday, but I really didn't have the energy today to walk the short distance from my bungalow to hers.
So tomorrow yet another sample to go in for testing on Sadie's orders.
I had a lovely hot bath tonight and fell asleep in it, which actually made me feel a lot better. But why are my hands feeling so cold that I could easily wear gloves inside my house even when I've just got out the bath????
An early night me thinks, as I have a busy weekend with Ann's birthday meal and Ben and Becky's wedding. I want to be well for both of those dates. So nite nite folks, off to my nice clean bed for me!
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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