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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!

Saturday, 9 April 2011

I hate flies

I hate flies nearly as much as I hate spiders. Actually I hate them more as I am frightened of spiders and flies are just annoying things that dive bomb you.
I have two of the blasted things flying around my front room at break neck speed as I type and I am not happy.
Where they come from I don't know, but they have just arrived. I guess they sneaked in when I was watering my new plants by the front door about 10mins ago.
I thought I'd wait till nearly bed time to water them and now I will be dancing around for the next half an hour trying to outwit them and show them the door, which is not easy when you are attached to a concentrator and trying to wave your arms around for any length of time, hurts and makes you breathless!

I also have extremely sore eyes again and look like a frog. As far as I know I haven't wiped walnut dust in my eyes or used cheap make-up again, but they look swollen, red and are bloody sore. Why? Could be hay fever? Or it could be that someone up there really, really hates me!
I even passed over going to the cinema tonight. So I stayed in with the hump and no chocolate. Grrrgghhh

I also got my appointment and advice sheet through the post this morning about the coronary angiogram and I really am not looking forward to this at all.
I don't think it's the procedure so much... although having things stuck in your heart while awake, is a wee bit mind blowing... but it's afterwards that I am worrying about.
I have to lay perfectly flat for an hour and then propped up for four, which after that time they remove the tube out from your groin and hopefully you then go home and rest up for another 24hrs.
That all sounds ok, but how do I clear my lungs and what happens if I dislodge the plug in my groin when coughing? Now that is what worries me, as you have to keep your hand firmly on it when walking to the toilet let alone coughing your heart up!
If I don't cough up the phlegm, I feel like I'm drowning.
Ah well I guess it will be sorted, I can't be the first to ask these questions... Can I?

Lots of love Debbie x

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