I wanna be better than oxygen

Last night I got out the house for the first time in a month or so that wasn't for a hospital appointment. It was only up to my mate Gerry's house for an evening of watching football, Wii games and general talking pish with him and our mate Stephen, who has recently become a father for the second time and was much in need of some mindless chat that wasn't entirely on the topic of kids.

I had a brilliant time but was exhausted at the end of the night and have been absolutely shattered today. I did though find that I coped quite well with my oxygen on a lower level than it normally is so I could stay out a bit longer. My tiredness today didn't stop me getting up and going downstairs to spend time with my lovely new niece though. Lots of the family were in this afternoon so it was great fun being down with them all.

The weight gain program is gathering pace with several comments that I'm developing a little tummy. Here's hoping that I reach the arbitrary line in the sand my respiratory consultant chose for me to reach in the next week or so before my next appointment. I have to say I'm feeling so much better now I don't look like I've got a ribcage that could be used for percussion. I'm finding myself eating a lot more since starting the anti-psychotics so they're doing the job they were designed for. Hopefully I'll be able to get by without using the overnight feeds sometime soon but I'll carry on with them in the meantime until told not to.