The 29th of December.
Well I feel terrible. I have no appetite, coughing all the time, phlegm phlegm phlegm phlegm phlegm.
It takes me extra time to do anything, but I was still finished with my breakfast before Taid and he was up an hour before me. He and Daddy eventually set off for Wales about forty five minutes later than had been planned, and he said he hoped I felt better soon, but I explained that that would not be happening. I didn’t tell him it was the fault of his germs.
Today has been some crocheting, lots of lying on the floor, drinking all the water that I can. Nothing really helps – I’m just going to have to wait it out. Prepare for lots of entries about doing nothing and getting sorry for myself.
The 30th of December.
I had barely any sleep last night, and what I did get was in the most awkward position, curled up in a ball on my front.
That’s the position I’ve spent most of the day in, on the floor. Sitting upright means I just cough incessantly and it’s not just annoying, it’s debilitating. Lunch was almost impossible – I hardly had time to breathe, let alone eat.
I have so little to say. There’s no point in going to hospital because they won’t do anything we can’t do except find out exactly which virus it is, which won’t change treatment of rest and fluids. I do wish I could just sleep through the next couple of weeks. I’m going back to that floor now.
The 31st of December.
Last night was even worse than the one before. All the coughing has upset a variety of muscles in my back and abdomen, so even if I stopped coughing for a while, I was still in enough pain to prevent me getting comfortable enough to sleep. I think I possible drifted off briefly a couple of times, but nothing of any use. Mommy came in when she got up and I asked her to get me the oxygen, to see if that helped. Eventually, having got into a weirdly agreeable position, I managed to have maybe half an hour? Not good.
I had my porridge and tablets in bed because it was going to be late by the time I got downstairs – I think it was just after eleven when I did. We spoke to the oxygen company and a respiratory nurse and now we have all the oxygen I could need. I think it’s helping.
This afternoon, I have done a little bit of crocheting, and Daddy, Christine and I watched Big Hero 6. I forgot to warn her about the sad bit so when it happened she was in floods and I had to and give her a hug. I was prepared so I didn’t quite let my tears escape.
2015 has been pretty fucking fantastic, overall. The beginning and past few days have not been ideal, but other than that, so many great memories! The crazy Valentine’s Day, when Josie, Josh, Joe, Tom, Romesh and Mat all came to visit, coming off steroids, Lyme Regis, the Comedy Gala with Aisling, Katherine, Sara etc, meeting Dawn O’Porter by chance, going to see Heidi, The Hand and Flowers and meeting Tom Kerridge, getting my electric wheelchair, going to The News Quiz and meeting Sandi, hanging out with Elle, Ben and Luna, Hallfield Day with Thor the raccoon, Padstow, Becky and James’ wedding, meeting Yaser Martini at Tom’s Kitchen, getting kittens, visiting Naomi and seeing Curious Incident, Duck and Waffle, my autumn of comedy and hanging out with Suzi, Josh, Joe and Nish, Death Cab, Christmas, now here we are!
I couldn’t be more grateful for such a wonderful twelve months and I am indebted to all those who made it possible. 2016 is going to have to be really incredibly astounding to beat it but let’s give it a go! I hope it’s just as good to all of you. Be kind to one another and yourselves.
Happy New Year!