The 24th & 25th; Fuck my life.

 The 24th of March.

Well, my chest is still rumbling and I'm still having to spend half my day on the floor, so I'm definitely not going out tonight. I've sent Dr. Thompson an email about getting a chest x-ray because this can't go on. I finished the antibiotics a week ago, and I'm not really any better than I was then.

I did manage to get the sausage dog knitted before coming to the floor, so I'm pleased about that, and I think it went okay, apart from a slight mishap with casting off but I don't think it'll be noticeable. I really hope not, or I will cry.

I'm sorry there's not much more to say at the moment, but I'm literally just spending every day waiting for the rumbling to start, and to see how long it takes for it to become so intolerable that I can't sit upright any more. Fuck my life.

The 25th of March.

What news? Well, having emailed Dr. Thompson, I'm having a chest x-ray tomorrow. Just have to turn up at imaging in the morning and they will zap me, then we'll go and have a coffee while we wait for him to review the result. We've also got a sputum pot from the GP so I can take them some phlegm to try to grow things from.

I coped for most of the day sitting up, but I'm on the floor now. I finished the front of my jumper and got it pinned out, and I've made a start on the sleeves. I'm toying with the idea of putting the contrast stripe into the sleeve, but because of the way the pattern works and considering the inaccuracy of my previous calculations, I'm not sure I will get it right. I think I will stick with them being all the same colour, but keep the contrast edging. It will save a lot of stress.

I am so tired.