First I have to say a big thank you to Helen who awarded me a Liebster Blog Award! There are a few things I need to do to claim it and, along with the Versatile Blogger Award I got from Diomoglass, I am slowly working on it! Getting the awards have really cheered me up! Lets just say the past few days have been... eventful!
I went to visit a friend on Tuesday in Manchester, it is our valentines day tradition to meet up and generally sulk! Hehe It stems from when we both became single in painful ways, neither of us could be doing with the overdose of romance, so decided to put a positive spin on the day. Now I'm not single but it's still pretty important to see my friend as he lives a good way from me and Manchester is out centre point, plus I think it's important to be a mate in the good times as well as bad.
Anyway... Tuesday was the the first time I had done more than potter around the house or go to the local shops and so I hadn't really noticed how rubbish my lungs had got. By the time I had got to Manchester I was shattered, breathless and generally felt a bit poo. Being a bit of a geek, and not wanting to traipse around the shops, we decided to take a short train ride to Manchester Airport and see if we could see the double decker Airbus take off. We did! I was so chuffed and probably produced a massive display of overexcited geekery. I didn't have to do much more than stand at a fence in a pub garden but I really felt like I was overdoing it.Still, it was Valentines day and, after saying bye to my mate, I caught a train to see my boyfriend. He had bought me flowers! And chocolates! And I became all 'AWWWW!' It's the first romantic Valentines day I have had for 5 years and I was so happy. I know Valentines day is a bit commercialised but .. well...I am a bit daft when it comes to romantic things. So things were lovely, I was in a romantic haze of mushyness... then out of the blue my chest decided to play up. I won't go into much detail, it's a bit manky, lets just say I coughed something up that had no business being red (this isn't unusual for me except this time it was a bit more than normal). A car trip later and I was sitting in casualty, my protests that I had only just varnished my nails ignored as they cleaned one off so they could get an accurate reading on how much oxygen was in my blood..I had an xray and saw a doctor who let me go home as long as I promised to ring my cf team in the morning. My boyfriend, bless him, drove me home. I was scared but more than anything I was embarrassed, he's not seen that side of me before. I was also bitterly disappointed, I really wanted a special time, not the disaster that I got! I can't complain tho, not really.
My cf nurse rang me in the morning asking me to get to clinic that day and to bring some clothes with me (never a good sign) and sure enough I've been in hospital ever since. I feel safe here though, the doctors, nurses, physio's and dieticians are fantastic and also the rest of the people who run the ward. I was seen on Thursday and given a rough estimate of 10 days before I can go home. Obviously this can change (hopefully for the better!) so I will see what happens during ward round on Tuesday.
I am feeling much better, I'm on some heavy duty IV antibiotics and am getting plenty of rest, this is the first day I have been awake enough to use my laptop though I can feel my eyes getting heavy. So I will say ta ta for now, time for a nap I think!