It's bad enough under normal circumstances trying to breathe with faulty lungs but over the last few days I've been feeling a bit unwell and have found it even harder to catch a breath.
It doesn't feel like anything terribly serious but it's been enough to completely floor me. Since sunday night I've been awake for the grand total of eight hours. When I'm like this my body seems to totally shut down.
What hasn't helped today is the oxygen concentrator (which I refer to as Darth Vader due to the asthmatic pulsing of breath it makes when working) I have in my room to help me breathe has broken down and I've had to connect myself to the spare cylinder I have for moments like this. The machine made some pretty interesting gurgling noises during the night and I had to turn it off and reset it a few times before finally giving up and getting the spare this morning.
The engineer will be here later to sort it thankfully.
I'm beginning to feel vaguely human again but know that it will be days before I feel close to my normal level. This is just the reality of having a suppressed immune system. I am wide open to any infection that's going and I do get most of them. It is of course quite depressing but you simply have to be pragmatic and just let it run its course. I am annoyed though because I'm meant to be going out at the weekend to see my old friends from university and this might be a spanner in the works. I'll speak to the docs and see what they say about it.
And now I'm away back to sleep for an hour or so.
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