When I was in London I picked up a bug. It started to go to my lungs, unsettling them greatly, and I ended up being given antibiotics by Dr H when I saw him in clinic on the Thursday before my party. I kept myself going for the party and had a great time, despite being below par. The antibiotics seemed to clear up any bacterial infection, but my lungs had already been set off on a downward slip and they're still going, but it's slow, very slow. I'm sick of it. I know that it's beyond the stage of doing a u-turn and getting better, but it's taking so long to slip that I'm getting very weary of it. I'm not too bad if I sit still, but as soon as I start to move I get very breathless and wheezy, and night times are rubbish.
I don't know what to do. There's not a lot I can do, which is why it's such a difficult place to be stuck. I'm not yet sick enough to be going to hospital, but I'm not very functional at home either. I've thought about seeing my GP, but there's little point as there's nothing they can do. I'm on all the medication they can give me 'in the community', and I'm nebbing as frequently as I can, and more.
I could email J on the ward and ask his advice ... but I know that he won't really be able to offer me anything until things go into crisis. It's so wrong that I have to wait for crisis before I can get help, but that's how things seem to be at the end of the medical treatment road. It's rubbish.
I'm tired of it now; tired of the slow decline. I just want it over, want it to snap so that I can (hopefully) fight through it, and then (hopefully) have a break from it for a few weeks. I'm tired. I need it over. I'm stuck.