Well, I was re- bronched Tuesday and was hoping I would be sent home today.
Things have not gone well. The bronch was far less painful; I think I was given
some form of opiates. When I came round this time I was far less distressed
although very tired and sleepy, but I was tired before my bronch. No throat
swelling this time or vomiting, thankfully.
Two hours after I was ready to head out, I needed to see the sun and feel it
on m skin. The sun always makes me happier unless I’m not in it.
I briefly saw my consultant in the canteen and she told me 'no wonder you
can't cough your sputum up its it like cement' But that was all I heard, so I
didn't have a clue what was going on till this morning. I hate not knowing, not
knowing if I was going home, when I was going home, would it be Wednesday or
would they decide to keep me in. I had spent all of Tuesday hanging
around in a grump not knowing what was going to happen, finally Wednesday came,
The consultant came around and instantly I was told my flem was far too thick
and they had a real hard time hovering it out of my lungs and despite feeling
better for it I would feel rapidly worse if they didn't hover it out again.
I’m now on salbutamol 2-4 times a day atrovent 2-4 times a day NAC 4 times a
day Pulmozyn 2times a day, hypertonic 2 times a day and tobi two times a day. Yes
hefty Neb regime but I need to clear these lungs. My right side is the side that’s
filling up. I’m worried about it now. Will I get rid of this fungus? I’m also
on IV antibiotics to keep my pseudo at bay which is apparently still lurking
around and yep I’m being re bronched Friday,
I have been so moody this last few days, me and my mum get on each other’s
nerves after being together for too long, she’s my best friend but when you
have to spend so much time with someone in a confined space than your both
bound to get niggly. Today my body is an aching mess, my neck, shoulders and
back are hurting. My jar feels like they dislocated it and my throat is a mess.
Bronchs may work but they are a painful way about it. I feel the aesthetic is
taking a toll on my body. I have propafol the same stuff Michael Jackson was
having and I will tell you now, I don't know what he liked about it. Waking up
with a hangover is not my idea of fun.
So tomorrow, my wonderful hubby is driving up to see me for the day with our
puppy. I’m soooooo happy as I miss them both so much, we both disgusted how we
didn't think we had the money with me not working but I think we both decided
it was beneficial to us and we needed to see each other, As grump bum syndrome
was taking us both over.
I’m very sorry to anyone who has had to put up with my bad moods, but it’s
really hard being away from your husband, your other half and not feeling well.
There’s nothing you can do but sit around and yes I am worried, I’m worried
what this means, whether I’ll get rid of it? Will I be a permanent wheezy mess
unable to exercise? I’m going to have to reschedule my EMT(exercise to music)
course now as there is no way I’ll be back the weekends and I don’t think I can
catch up on that much practical, even If I could make it back, my lungs aren’t
going to be up for it. I feel devastated and scared that maybe this won’t work
and I won’t get back to my best.
This blog has followed my life with cystic fibrosis, having had two double lung transplants, being placed on ecmo a form of life support, learning to walk and talk and facing chronic rejection twice. Along side this I'm a fitness pole dancing instructor, aerial hoop and silks instructor and personal trainer.
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Wednesday, 28 March 2012
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