Pages

Wednesday 20 April 2016

Onwards and upwards

On Sunday, I was sectioned. And now I am absolutely and totally determined to make that my last ever mental health act section.

I've been letting my defences down recently, and allowing my family to see a part of me that I've kept to myself for all these years. I've allowed people to help me and comfort me. I'm finally letting people in.

Things are actually looking up. I have so many things to look forward to and I feel as though I'm getting over this rough patch and moving onwards.

I don't feel ready to openly talk about what has been happening for me lately, and for the majority of my life, but I'm hoping that one day I will. I've started writing my story down, and I hope one day to publish it.

On Tuesday, I start an apprenticeship as a pharmacy dispensing assistant and I am so excited! I finally have something to keep me on the straight and narrow, something to look forward to every day.

I've realised that every time I'm feeling down from now on, I just need to remind myself that things DO and WILL get better, and right now, I am living proof of that.

I have my family behind me every step of the way and really, that's all that matters.

Sunday 3 April 2016

My lungs are trying to kill me

Yes, you read the title right; my lungs currently are trying to kill me. I have pneumonia, again.

I have been in hospital for 8 days now.

Last week, I was taken to A&E where a chest x-ray revealed that I have pneumonia for the second time in 6 months. I had already been started on IV antibiotics for a different condition, so they continued giving me them in the hopes that they'd kick the infection out of my lungs.

Unfortunately, a couple of days ago I became extremely unwell and it became apparent that the antibiotics I was being given weren't working. Yesterday, I started struggling to breathe - I was so scared. I couldn't talk properly, I couldn't eat or drink or even walk because I was so breathless.

Eventually, things became so serious that the ICU consultant came to see me. My lungs were given the final ultimatum - if they didn't start improving, I would be moved to the intensive care unit.

That night was terrifying. I was alone in hospital with the prospect of ICU hanging over my head, along with the feeling that I was being suffocated by my own lungs. But thanks to the help of stronger antibiotics, things started looking up in the early hours of this morning.

I feel so much better this evening! I've been having plenty of nebulisers, fluids and oxygen which seem to finally be kicking this horrible infection. I still have 7 days left of IV antibiotics, but I'm still hoping that I'll get home before then!

Thank you for all of the continued love and support during these difficult times.