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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!

Friday, 30 September 2011

Run Burders Run

What a scorcher today, anyone would think it was the middle of summer in a country that actually has a proper summer, not jolly old Blighty!
What made it hotter for me was that I spent half my day driving from one place to the next and even with air con on it was hot in my car, plus there seemed to be so many cars on the road today and so many traffic jams.

First port of call was to see Barbara and I'm pleased to report that she did look a lot better than her pre heart attack days even though you could see she looked exhausted from the whole experience.
Her colour looked a lot better. It's strange how hind sight is such a wonderful thing, as before she had her heart attack, her skin always looked almost glassy with a redness under her eyes and she looked like she was always running hot. Now she has an even skin tone, even though she said she was still sweating, but this freak hot weather isn't very conducive to anyone who feels ill, especially someone getting over a heart attack.
We didn't stay long as we didn't want to tire her out and also I had too many places to be in and only a short time to do them all.

Next was a dash down the bypass and then across town to pick up my monthly drugs from Broomfield hospital, although it was more of a slow crawl with the heavy traffic on the roads.
Some of the drivers amaze me that they are still alive at the end of their journeys. I'm definitely going to get a bumper sticker made saying, 'I need a donor, I don't want to be the donor!' as I am sick of being cut up by bad drivers and others trying to sit in my boot.
Next from the hospital, a drive to Braintree to pick up my letter for the doctors at Papworth from my dentist to say that my teeth are all present and correct, and all work done that needs doing. And bonus, I didn't have to pay for the letter, that makes a change to get something for free.

Last task of the day before spending some time with my mother and to make sure she had eaten, plus to get her evening meal ready and get then rush home to get an evening meal ready for my friends as well, was to go to rehab.
For some reason I had it in my head that I was just going to drop in and then disappear.
Oh I wish.
Doing exercises on a hot day like this was an absolute killer. I had sweat running down the side of my face and my hair at the end of the session looked shite!
I never used to do this to myself before I was ill, so why am I doing it now I ask?! If they say I'm too fit when I get to Papworth, I will lay down on the floor and cry!

My throat is beginning to feel a bit tender now, which is worrying. I thought that it was still roughed up from last week's grotty test, but now I'm not so sure. So I'm swallowing echinacea and vitamin C like it's going out of fashion.
Please don't let me go down ill before Monday...Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!

Lots of love Debbie x

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