Woke this morning to a man in my bedroom. He was delivering my oxygen. I cannot fault these people they are life savers literally. He swopped my candulla from the portable one I had used last night when my big tank ran out, to the new one he had humped up my stairs, and then left as quietly as he had come. I fell back to sleep only to be woken again by my sister ringing to chat about the news I had received last week regarding my possible surgery. She was full of encouragement and happy for me. Thus my day began about 11.30 a.m.
My wonderful husband had left a tray of different foods for me to graze on throughout the day. I find it difficult to prepare meals and also cannot eat huge amounts at a time, so when I read this... http://www.2ndwind.org/transplantation/nutrition/eating.html it explained it very well how to cope and maybe make me stronger to face what lies ahead.
I've been occupying my afternoon reading websites where real people have written about their own experiences preparing and having surgery. It is helping me have a better idea at what I have to face, but boy have I got a lot of questions for my COPD healthcare team. Here is one persons story. http://www.copd-international.com/Library/Patient_story-continues.htm
I've noticed my anxiety attacks are getting more frequent despite the recent news. I'm not sure what is setting them off. The last few evenings they have been happening just before I lie down to sleep when I have no anxiety about moving and being out of breath. It would be nice to get to the bottom of this, they are horrible and very disabling. I am going for my 3rd appointment with Emma at the Health Centre tomorrow morning regarding this problem. Lets hope the weather is kind and I could do with getting out and having some fresh air, it has been 5 days since I did that.
As the title of this post suggests this is my first day.
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