Future...

I was going to blog yesterday as i was in a really crap place for most of the day, but i just didn't know what to write really.


I felt awful and so that in turn affects the emotions and everything. I saw pretty much everything in a negative way yesterday. I managed to actually shower and wash my hair, though it took me forever. Then when it came to trying to comb my hair and dry it i just was so out of breath it made me so angry i had a threw my comb across my desk, and had a few mins of angry tears. Honestly i felt a bit better after that cry, although totally out of breath lol...

After that things started to get a little bit better, i did a mucoclear and cleared a great deal, which made it a bit easier to breath and move and it also settled my super racing heart a bit as well, which was a relief as that just get so uncomfy after about 5mins!

I managed to sort my hair out finally as well. I didn't manage to have lunch yesterday and so my planned sausage sandwich went out the window as i just couldn't manage going downstairs, so i didn't have a massively good day yesterday.

But today is, i was going to say a little better, but its actually a lot better really. Ive had breakfast, and felt better for breathing today, I'm still really full in my lungs and I'm clearing a lot just from a simple cough, which at the moment I'm seeing as good rather than "oh no another infection" as its better out than in!
Ive actually managed to have lunch today! Its just a simple sandwich, and it took me a while to make it as i struggle to stand for a while, and i couldn't cut the cheese properly but i got there and felt proud for making myself a sandwich! Which seems really stupid in writing but i did it, and so that's what matters to me :)
Ive taken all my pills so far for today which doesnt always happen, and im about to do a neb after ive done this blog.

Today i was supposed to be having my PEG procedure, but its cancelled. Mostly i cancelled it, as i was meant to go into hospital for a few days IVs before the procedure, but they had a massive bed shuffle round due to nora virus breakout and so my bed got cancelled. They neglected to ring and tell me this until i was literally half way there on the train with all my stuff!
So we turnt around and went home after an impromtu visit to my great aunts for a cup of tea and some cake :p when we got home mum rang the team who said they knew nothing about it, considering it was my dietician who rang and told me to go home i was annoyed at this lack of them being told!
So we tried admissions to see what would happen now, as my PEG was all booked in for today, they said at first they would try and get me in for Monday, then they said they will send a new date out for me, then they said they will try and get me in for the end of the week!! Nobody knew a thing of what was happening, so i told them to cancel the whole thing and not bother.


Mum rang the team on Monday and spoke to them and the dietician (the one i like as well which made it easier!) rang me back and i explained to her that unless it could be done on the 29th i cant do it until June time then. I said that im going away to see my sister on the 15th April and then when i come back ill be studying for my exams which start at the beginning of May, and these are my final year exams so need my absolute full attention! She thankfully understood this and said that if the PEG procedure cant fit into my lifestyle until June then that is fine as it wasnt an emergency (which made me laugh as thats not the impression the other horrible dietician made it to be, which explains why i felt so much pressure 'coz she was blowing everything out of proportion!).
So im just maintaining my weight now and if i can gaining some which will be great! I would love it, if come June time ive gained enough weight on my own that i dont even need the PEG anymore! Me and mum are making a lot of changes to my diet, so if anyone has any top tips that would be great :)


Its a hell of a lot of pressure off my shoulders and i slept better last night knowing that its postponed for now and i dont need to think about it for now! It was really messing up my mind.

Anyway im looking forward to two things now for April, one is some time away with mum seeing my sister and her hubby, and the other is my first night out with my old college lads i studied with towards the end of April! Im so looking forward to it, as ive not been out for absolutely ages!! But im determinded to be healthy enough to go out! Even if i dont stay out till 3am and get totally drunk, i dont care ill be out and having fun and actually socialising with real people!!

Can you tell im excited? :D

PEG

As some people know i am getting my PEG put in on the 29th and i am bricking it about the procedure!

I was also before bricking it a lot about the afterwards part of the PEG and i was worried that it just wouldnt work for me and would have been a waste of my time.
But ive just seen the perfect video on youtube about a girl who had a PEG put in, it wasnt about the procedure bits, it was about the "afterwards" parts, like the weight gain, the being even more body conscious, things like that. But watching that video has settled me a lot now about it all. I deffinetly feel like im doing the right thing for myself by getting this PEG done. I keep sitting here, when im meant to be doing coursework, and thinking about all the benefits i will feel and even see hopefully a few months after the PEG has been in use with me. I will be a bit weightier, i should have more energy, i should have a bit more colour in myself, i should fit my clothes better! Hell i might even need to go shopping eventually for new clothes if things work really well!!

So i do still feel like i was really pressured and forced into having the PEG done, by CF and by my dietician putting the pressure on me constantly about gaining weight and my drops in lung functions from not having the energy to fight infections etc. So im still pissed with her about it, but i dont think there will ever be a time when a CFer isnt pissed off with their dietician from things ive heard/read!
But i dont think that i will be making the wrong decision. I mean when she first mentioned it all months ago i declined outright, i wouldnt even hear of how well it worked for other patients or anything about it. Point blankely refused to listen to her about it. But when i was like that i still felt a part of me wanted to know how it all worked and that it could be my answer and bit of help for taking this great pressure of "you must eat more" off my shoulders. But i didnt want to show weakness and give in and ask about it. It was stupid!
With me, approching subjects such as the PEG and the Port and what i consider for me in my life to me to be a pretty huge deal, have to be done delicately, otherwise i just shut down and wont listen to you. Its my stubborn streak coming out in complete force, ray guns included! I feel like they are telling me that i cant manage on my own, that im failing on my own and that i need the help. And even tho part of me is yelling inside saying "yes, help me! please im struggling so much here i cant stand it!" i ignore that and stamp my feet saying i can do it on my own, i can take care of myself and im not failing and dont need the help. Its part of the reason its taken me so long to make the decision to have this PEG done, where as with the Port it was me who approached the Dr about it. Albeit just asking for information about it as i didnt know what it was, and he ended up saying its a route we needed to start thinking about. But it was an easier decision to make for me as it was me who brought it all up, it was me who opened that door and started walking down that road. It wasnt me who brought up the PEG.

So now ive gotten a lot better about the "afterwards" parts of having the PEG, i just need to figure out how to feel better about the procedure. I dont like how they do it. Ive not had a local before or sedation. They said i wont remember it as the sedation is from the same family as the date drug Rohypnol(sp?). But im worried that the local wont work and i wont be able to communicate that im in pain. Something like that is really worrying me, i dont know what the chances are exactly of that happening really, i asked the nutrition nurses about it and it was like she just thought it was the worlds stupidest question to ask! All she said was that it will work and they will check. Yeah like that totally settles me. Not. The psychologist is meant to be coming to see me the day before i have it done as she knows how scared i am, so hopefully she can give me some techniques to calm myself down or something.

Just stuff...

I'm feeling a bit crabby today so you'll just have to bare with this blog post.

Its my 22nd Birthday 2morro! At least this year I'm not coming out of hospital a day before it, but I'm still not well for it really. So its just the same as last year.
I'm really fed up with a few things right now. Namely that I'm alone. Completely. Yes I've got my mum and my best friend Emily (who I'm so so looking forward to her coming home from placement in a few months from France!!) but they are there for me in other ways. I'm sick of being on my own now.
Every where i go i see people being able to get on with their life's and to not have to plan for how they might be feeling tomorrow or that evening before they can even make any plans for something to do. I see people in relationships and i hate that the most at the moment because its one thing i most wish for right now, for me to meet someone that's nice for a change and who i get along with, and who doesn't come with a history like some of my previous boyfriends. I understand they will still have a history i don't mind that as long as its not like the history's of my past bf's, which I'm not going to go into on here as it doesn't need to be known.

But i don't see any way I'm going to meet anyone to be honest. I know zero people around here. Don't get me wrong i love living where i live, but i just wish i had friends! Friends who would come and see me at home when I'm too sick to go out myself, friends who would go for a meal with me randomly just for some laughs after a rough day. Friends who would ring/text me gossip and to see how I'm doing or just tell me how they are in reply to my messages and things like that!!
Emily is that friend for me and more of a friend than the standard if that makes sense, but shes in France atm, and then we wont be living with each other anymore, and then shes finishing Uni and not sure whats happening after that, anything could really.

I want friends who i can go out for some drinks with, and go dancing when I'm too drunk too care how bad it is haha. For me these friends only seem to exist in my head or in fictional programs and books. Much the same as men.

I feel like I'm the outsider looking in through the window at everyone else being able to get on with their lives, find partners, and friends and going through those "stages" of life that are expected.
I want to get married and have kids eventually, but i honestly just cant see it happening if i cant even find anyone. I feel like the reject at the bottom of the pile. Ive seen guys look at me and smile, and then ill cough and cough and not stop and it must look horrific coz hes not looking nicely at me anymore. Theres either that horrid pity look or that disgusted look. Though admittedly i do prefer the disgusted look over the pitying look. I want a partner, not a nurse.

Birthday will be spend much the same as every other day. Bored, fed up and sick.

Immense. Fun.

Sorry this has been a crap post. I'm in the mood to write and vent, and i guess this is what came out today. Just really down...

Been a while...

So!! Its been a while since I've made a posting!

Things have been quite difficult for me lately and so I've been pretty much disconnected from everything and I'm now just managing to be able to think about starting to get back on track...

In December i had an infection that was my worst one i had ever had, i was in hospital for a few days as i had 2 episodes of coughing up blood for the first time ever and then i continued on home IVs which i had already started previous to going into hospital. It seemed like i got better, some things picked up i started to get a little bit of energy back and some of my appetite. Bits and pieces like that which indicate to us CFers that generally something is starting to go right for a change and that were going to start getting better.

I went back to the gym, i went back to Uni, i started to put my "life" shoes back on again. I think that's where i went wrong, i went back into things too quickly after being so unwell and just didn't give myself time to rest properly. Hindsight's a bitch sometimes!

So i ended up getting ill again, i had the same feelings as in December, things started to show they were in decline again, my energy disappeared, my appetite diminished. I got very low again and spent a lot of time either slouched on the sofa or throwing up in the bathroom. Not impressive.

So after trying to go it alone again 'coz I'm stubborn, i called the hospital and told them everything that had been happening. I don't think they were impressed i had waited so long to ring them, but they know I'm a stubborn cow sometimes. They put me on the priority list for a bed and within 2 days i was in hospital and being pumped full of lovely IVs, paracetamol, ibuprofen. Luckily i didn't have any bleeds this time, but i think that was because of a few factors, namely that my chest had dried up like a desert but i could feel that it was full of it, as i was wheezing like mad for the first time in years! Not even my inhaler would relive it.
I was hitting temps of around 40 and i had god knows how many blood cultures done when in hospital, i had 3 ECGs, 2 in one day as my heart was beating so fast it was really uncomfortable sometimes. I had to stop moving around so much and just rest on nurses orders to help try and settle my heart rate and also to get my pulse rate down as well. I went on oxygen again to being my sats up and had my obs done every hour for the first 2 days i was in there. Needless to say my mood from total lack of sleep was not pretty.

Mum came down on the first weekend i was in there and i argued with the nurse about being allowed to go down into town for a little bit and get some real fresh air and real edible food for lunch! I think she thought i was going to escape home, but there was no way i could look after myself while mum was at work. So begrudgingly i did admit to myself that i was in the best place, even if the food did look like the cat had coughed it up sometimes! Thank god for the £6 i spent on my massive bag of pick n mix :p

Eventually i won the argument with the nurse and she let me go, but made it clear she wasn't happy about it. I think what won it was that she said she has to ring the on call Dr to see if i can go out and i said that even if they said no, i would still go out anyway!
So i had breakfast - a lovely fry up, and a KFC for lunch! It had to have been the best day i had had for a few. Although it totally knackered me out after i got back to my room, i was so pleased i had managed better walking and was thankful for the change of scene and fresh air. Sometimes i don't think some nurses get that its depressing after a while being on your own, looking at the same four walls alllll the time!

Another reason i hate being in hospital is that it is always a clear reminder of how alone i actually am and feel right now. I have no friends who come to visit me, and next to no family come to visit me. I have no get well cards sent to me from friends and family, i have no Internet so feel totally disconnected.
Thankfully i have my amazing mum and my best friend Emily. Although my mum can only get to visit me on Saturdays, its the best ever when i see her! It doesn't matter that I'm pretty much always on the phone to her when in there (thanks Orange for magic numbers and my free mins :p ) seeing her is totally different as i can actually get that much needed hug and get to slap a real smile on my face!! :D I know that if it wasn't for work, and the extortionate fees for public transport she would come and see me everyday. I just hope she knows that i do fully understand that.

My best friend would come and visit me i know that, but at the moment shes on her Uni placement in France and so obviously cant, which i know pisses her off as she knows that no other friends bother to visit me. They have their excuses of not liking hospitals, or that they are too busy, then i see on facebook they are moaning they are bored. Yeah cheers for that guys.
My family are the worst. They don't understand CF and the extent of the damage it does to someone, physically, emotionally and mentally. Not just to the person who has to suffer with it, but their parent(s) and sibling(s) as well. My aunt totally pissed my mum off. We were trying to arrange transport for me to be able to be discharged on home IVs. Taking all the meds which is usually two large carrier bags, a huge sharps bin with all the syringes, needles etc inside and my stuff i took into hospital is not ideal to take on a train journey home! So we asked my Aunty if she could pick me up and take me home. She said she couldn't do it, fair enough at least we tried. I then saw the next day on facebook, when i was being discharged that she was in Bristol, down in the town not a 20min walk from the hospital i was in!! Shopping. Of all things, for the birthday party of my other Aunty that we hadn't been told about or invited to. Granted its more than likely we couldn't have gone but it would have been nice being family members to have gotten an invite! Is that selfish of me to think that??

As i wasn't being discharged until about 5pm she could have gotten in her shopping day and then come and collected me. She has a large car so its not like shopping bags would have taken up room. It really angered my mum, more because my aunt is always saying if theres anything she can do to help let her know. Yet every time we ask she always says no, cant do it. Theres always some excuse which isn't always true. So were not bothering to ask her anymore, for anything.
It pissed me off as well, but it upset me as well as it felt like she was saying that she doesn't care about her niece or her sister (my mum) enough to just do this small thing for them that would help them out hugely. Yet she goes to see my cousin right around the corner from me who has cancer whenever she can! I think its because she doesn't understand CF and doesn't see or get how bad it is/can get for me. I don't think she gets that it can kill me, just as much as cancer can kill people. Cancer everyone understands, you can see the devastating affects of that horrid disease. You cant see the devastating affects of CF. People think naively that as the person is up and walking around themselves that theres nothing wrong with them.

I had my annual review yesterday, which didnt show up no surprises really as i had already been spending so long at the hospital. Basically the annual review showed that im worse than last year and still struggling.
Im having my PEG put in on the 29th March and ill go in a few days before that for some IVs again to make sure my lungs are in as good a condition they can be for dealing with an anesthetic, even if it is a local one and sedation. Then for a few days afterwards ill be trained how to do home feeding via my new tube and then be allowed to go home again. I swear they should make me a permanent bed for me there lately :|

Hopefully that will gain me the weight i need to battle these infections i keep getting. If i can have a better summer than last year health wise itll be a start!

Anyway i think this post is long enough now!
Hope peoples are well!!