Started the day with a lovely hot bubble bath, contemplating that for the first time in five years, I have made up with everyone that matter in my life and that is a really good feeling to start off a new year. After a good soak, I got out and twang, shooting pain in the hip region. Great. Obviously where I have been lugging round my DD canisters again instead of my so called lightweight unit, I have unbalanced my spine again, either that or someone up there thought 'Not so fast you smug git'.
Found my last heat patch in my bathroom drawers and applied it straight away while really hoping that I don't have a re-run of this time last year where I had a trapped nerve for six very long weeks in the same area. That was when I learnt what the hole in a massaging table was for... so you could bite on it to muffle your screams!
I went to pick Reni up to go bra hunting for me in town. If I'm going to have to sit in my underwear in front of about fifty plus students next week, then it's going to be in a pure white bra that actually fits, and doesn't make me look like I have four boobs instead of two. My oxygen canisters apparently aren't the only double D's that I'm lugging about!
While we were having lunch out, my mobile went and bummer, I thought my tests were over for this round, but now I've got to have a CAT scan too. I'm not worried about the scan, but I am worried that I have to be there at 8.50am, strewth... do they really have to start so early???
When I got back to my mother's bungalow, she had the 'woe is me' head on again and today I really couldn't be arsed. Bad daughter.
But I did cheer her up before I went home, but there again I'm sure she hexed me when I was in the kitchen arguing with her through the living room door, as trying to put my Christmas tree away proved even more strenuous then putting it up. Thanks to the helpful workman who put my tree box back in the loft for me, but completely out of Oliver's reach. I had to wrestle with it by laying on it to get it into numerous bin bags. Will the lights that are already attached to it work next year?... Mmmm doubt it.
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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