The 22nd of March.
I have been struggling again today. Needed oxygen on and off all day, to the point where I didn’t think I could cope with a visit to the chiro. I was supposed to be there at twelve, but the thought of going inside from the car, getting changed and all the movement involved in the manipulation just seemed impossible. We’ve moved it on a week when I will hopefully be feeling better.
We did have to go out, but I just stayed in my chair and concentrated on breathing. The trip was necessary because I have run out of facewipes and need a new toothbrush, so I got all of those things from Superdrug and we returned home. I know, such excitement.
The rest of my day has just been sat in my armchair, finishing up the bunny and watching the horrors from London unfold. Some of the team from Anthony Nolan were there, including Emma, one of the other young ambassadors, to thank MPs for defending second transplants. They’re all fine, I think just got very bored and wanted to go home.
In a way I’m only surprised this hasn’t happened here sooner. I have nothing poignant or useful to say. Speculation is pointless. Let’s not be afraid.
The 23rd of March.
Well, the majority of today has been rather dull. Mainly crocheting, although it was made difficult by the fact that the vision in my left eye has been a bit blurry all day. I had been ignoring it, until I actually looked at my eye in a mirror and saw a weird film that has appeared across the top of my iris.
This was somewhat concerning, and considering my history, we thought it was best to get it checked out. It was gone five o’clock, so we decided it would be better to go to the eye hospital rather than the QE. However, they close at seven and it takes a good half an hour to get there so we had to get a wiggle on.
I was triaged, then we went to sit in the waiting room. It’s an odd sort of place because you just wonder what is wrong with the eyes of all these people, as it isn’t generally obvious (except for the man with the eye patch). We were told it would be a 2-3 hour wait, but a nurse called me in after about ten minutes. I explained the problem and ran through my basic medical history, then I tried to read some letters off a board (quite pitifully). She asked if I wanted to wait in a side room instead of amongst the rest of the patients, which I was very grateful for, partly because I could hear many coughs and sneezes but also some very annoying children were out there.
We then sat and read our books for an hour and a half, until a doctor came for me. He looked vaguely familiar, and we quickly realised it was the chap I saw at the QE in February, but he’d got new glasses. How fortunate that doctors like to spread themselves about. I had the letter he’d written after seeing me before on my phone, so he read it to remind himself of my case, then had a look at my eyes. He whipped out some eyelashes again but generally he was not too concerned about what he could see. It doesn’t look much different to what he saw before – apparently the film has been there some time, I have just not looked at it. Basically my eye has just got a bit angry and inflamed. I don’t need to really alter my treatment apart from an antibiotic ointment and using more lubricating eye drops. This was very reassuring, and even though it turned out to be nothing, I’m still glad we went.
When we got home at nine, I had a present waiting for me from Denise, which was a Pusheen notebook and get well soon card! Super cute!