Surprisingly I did actually manage to sleep the majority of the night last night. Whether it was the glass of cider that I drank in front of the TV or the fact the I had just given up and resigned myself to no sleep, I'm not sure, but I'm glad that I wasn't worrying myself stupid in he wee hours of the night like I have so many times before.
I was up at the crack of dawn for me, 6am and after half an hour as dozing, I had got myself up and started to get ready for the onslaught. I had forgotten how dark it still was at 6am!
By the time Ed came, I was showered, dressed and my oxygen unit had been filled and I still felt a nervous as a new born kitten.
Ed is very good to talk to, must be the ex-copper in him! The joking aside, he has gone through every emotion going since Matt, my nephew's accident and understands the things that can make you feel that you are going to tip over the emotional ledge.
The actual x-ray was somewhat of a none event after the build up in my head. We arrived early and the fact that I had three pages of what to expect and about needing to arrive a full hour before my appointment to drink the contrast liquid, was a damp squid.
I didn't have to drink the contrast liquid and was in and out of the CT scan in what seemed minutes. In fact we sat in the waiting room longer than I was in there and was out and on my way home 30mins before my appointment was actually due! I even went through the tunnel fully dressed, complete with my boots, but apart from my bra.
Still it's done and whatever happens now, the chain has started and next weeks appointment will be here before I know it and I will know my fate soon enough.
I held my friend Jo's new baby grand daughter today and she was beautiful.
One day I hope I will have a grandchild of my own to hold and if that isn't reason enough to fight on, then I don't know what is. What I do know is, I no longer go where there are colds and if people think they have something coming on, then I stay away from them even if I offend. Because if I am lucky enough to get on the transplant list, then I must keep as well as I can and if that means putting me first, then so be 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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