The 28th of December.
I think I may have to stop eating all of the things – my jeans are tight enough now. There’s no point in weighing myself currently as I’m retaining fluid from lisinopril which is fucked up. Stupid ridiculous blood pressure. At least soon I will be off steroids again and that should make some difference.
I had next to no sleep last night – my breathing was bad so I was on the oxygen all night, listening to audiobooks.
I am still coughing and I’m not sure what’s going on but it is definitely not my favourite. I do not feel particularly great right now and I am hoping it does not get worse or I will definitely not enjoy the panto tomorrow.
The 29th of December.
Ugh I’m definitely sick. Rhinovirus I think. However, my arms and face are puffy and we don’t know if that’s down to lisinopril or if my line is misbehaving. I think we’ll see how long I continue to display these symptoms and go to hospital if it’s necessary.
So last night, despite Zopiclone, I didn’t really sleep again, and I’m not sure what to do. Obviously we have not gone to the panto because my body likes to ruin plans. We will go in January.
Becky came round to tell us of their sales purchases – they did very well! I haven’t really attempted any sales shopping. I have just not had the inclination this year.
Oh God I just want to sleep until this is over.