In the words of the song 'Oh what a night', last night certainly was one to remember. Maybe I shouldn't have drunk a very small glass of wine while taking antibiotics or maybe I shouldn't watch plays about vampires, ghosts and werewolves late at night, but oh lordy did I have disturbed dreams or what.
Mind you I had been producing enough wind to propel a small wind farm all day where my stomach was upset. Now this could have been the evil neeps on Saturday night or the build up from the tretracycline, the jury is still out and so was the evil smelling wind come to that!
Come bed time, I was tossing and turning and sleep was not cometh. The duvet was on and then kicked off. I was running hot and then needing the duvet around me.
When I did drop off, I was having quite vivid dreams until the moment I woke up choking.
Now I am not sure whether I had tried to cough and inhaled at the same time or that my throat had relaxed a little too much and closed over? Or the oxygen tubing had got caught around my neck when tossing, but I know it brought tears to my eyes and panic through every part of me, because I thought I was on my way out where I couldn't breathe.
This spasm probably only lasted for seconds, but it seemed like a life time and then followed by the coughing, the gagging and then I was finally sick and luckily for me in the toilet.
I did sleep after that lot!
Thankfully apart from a burning sensation in my nose and a bit of a rough throat, I woke up feeling okish, slow but okish.
I'll have a chat tomorrow at clinic about it and see what caused it as I've had it before and I don't actually want it to happen again if possible! Definitely not nice.
The rest of the day passed by with no problems including no wind. I had a visit from my friend which was rather lovely catching up as I never get chance to talk to her properly when I pop into work and then Reni came round and trimmed my hair, before finding my bookmark... yay! Where had the Gremlins left it? Down the side of the sofa. Had I looked there at least a hundred times before? 'Yeah, yeah, yeah' Reni said as she pulled it out.
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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