Funny walk

I had my coffee delivered to my bed yesterday morning by a wide awake son. After spending half of Monday catching up due to his weekend away Chris was up at the crack of dawn and raring to go, as I was showing no signs of wanting to move myself he brought me coffee, fed the cats and got his neb on. This is a major turn around as I can’t remember a time when he’d been up before me and nobody ever feeds the moggies unless I’m away from home. I’d been to the gym again the night before and everything felt like a lead weight so was tempted to turn over again but he hollered up the stairs GET UP you lazy git.. so I did. Couldn’t get in the shower though as he beat me to that as well.

Chris got a phone call from Wythenshawe around midday to tell him to come in before 4pm, this was to sort out the wires in his chest. Normally they don’t cause a problem but the one’s on the front of his chest at the bottom of his rib cage had decided to move around and were causing him some discomfort when coughing or sneezing, he’s also unable to do his blows properly and that’s an important part of monitoring his progress. Anyway he told me I couldn’t go with him (love it) and off he went, but returned a couple of hours later as they said they weren’t happy to give him a general because he had a slight cold. This turned out to be a good move because this morning he’s not too good and the cold seems to have got worse so he’s gone back to bed.

I’ve been to the gym again this morning, note I’m now calling it the gym not the torture chamber, if I ever start referring to it as ‘the club’ please give me a reminder to get real. I’m a bit bothered about one of the floor exercises I’m supposed to do for balance and couldn’t bring myself to do it this morning. I was telling our Mike about it last night and he was horrified, said he’d never seen anyone else doing it down there before and I better not let it be known I’m his mother if I carry on doing it. Do you ever remember how Basil Fawlty used to do the stoooopid german type walk, well its that one, I have to go from one end of the gym to the other sort of lunging, naturally because my balance is so rubbish I’m all over the place anyway. Mike reckons they’ve thought to themselves lets get this one on that Basil walk and they’re all p*****g themselves laughing in the staff room…..so I didn’t do it this morning. I also clocked some poor guy in the ear when I rolled off me ball. All good stuff, its really quite addictive. Am I boring you?

The bad, the good and erm.....

Well I finally got my rear into gear and went to the torture chamber tonight. I'd love to say I feel invigorated and I might...in a few days when everything stops trembling. As the one and only time I'd put in an appearance was at the induction a few weeks ago, naturally I had forgotten which particular intrument of torture does what to which bit and how to set the thing up. Not wanting to look a complete wally I pretended I knew exactly what I was doing, stuck my earphones in and did the treadmill and bike hoping that some official looking slave driver would show up before I finished. One did and he was very patient bless him. I ended up doing only three quarters of my program because I forgot to look at the back of the sheet which was good really because had I seen it and tried to do it all I'm pretty sure I would now be on ward 34

And them balls, what are they all about eh!! balance is not my thing, I cant do it, I CANNOT DO IT. Try as I might I always end up slithering to the floor. I'll just swim tomorrow I'm good at that.

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Number whatever it is has been knocked off the list thanks to my neice going on holiday for a week and throwing her car keys in my direction.

I've had this little toy to play with for a week only downside is you cant fit shopping bags anywhere so they're all looking a bit thin in my house at the moment.

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Quick update on Chris, he had his peg removed on Thursday as his weight has continued to climb despite becoming vegetarian a week ago, in fact he's probably eaten better since becoming veggie than he did before. The peg going was a big landmark for him as he's always hated it with a vengence. He's away this weekend with some friends in a log cabin in Snowdonia and out of range I presume by the lack of text....all good.

Phew!!!

Well I finally got Chris's transplant blog finished and posted on the cf forum, its been a mission finding all the bits and pieces I scribbled on but its done. Still not sure whether it was appropriate to put on the forum but Chris and I felt it was a positive and the feedback from the people I asked to preview it was good so I did it. In a way its a closeure for me, its been a rollacoaster ride for a few years now and the forum has been a godsend but I feel its time to move on. Thank you to everyone who helped me out since I joined in 2004, its been a very special time in my life.

I'll be keeping me blog going and no doubt will post a game now and then on the forum.

Take care everyone.
Sue xxx

OMG How easy was that!!

Ignore this blog, I stumbled across something I'd been wondering about while I was rounding up Chris's blog.

Here's a little chocolate number I threw together while standing on my head, hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. Thats number 8 off the list.....hah!

Drive time

My feet have become itchy again so I'm gone till Sunday, unless they have internet access in Whitley Bay. Take care all, have a good weekend.

The Iron

Becoming domesticated again wormed its way onto my 1-10 list but has been removed because I was furious today......furious.
I thought I'd buy a new iron as the one i occasionally use is blackened and I can only iron dark clothes safely. Our Chris is a lover of white tops and most of them have random black speckles with scratchy marks where I've tried to pick it off, so much so that he now forbids me to iron any of his clothes.

I headed off to Argos, my mission...to purchase an iron and win back my sons approval. Go get your Argos catalogue out and look how many irons are in it. I'll tell you how many 76...seventy six of them, get a grip Argos its an iron you plug it in it gets hot and you plonk it on a piece of clothing which then goes smooth instead of crinkly. For crying out loud why do I have the tedious task of reading about seventy six irons just so I know Ive purchased the right one. Im not doing it! you are not turning me into someone who gives a dam how this hated piece of equiptment sprays mist out of the little holes. I shut my eyes, stabbed the first page and bought the one it landed on.

Mike went for another lung function test today and its gone down a bit as has his weight. Only one more test now then back to the doctor for some answers I hope.

Chris continues to do fabulously he's off for 4 days in a log cabin in Snowdonia soon with his mates and today he went to the job centre to browse. I still can't get my head round the fact that he can do practically anything he wants to, and does.

Oh yeah I had my induction at the gym today. When asked what my goal was I said I wanted to run a 5k in September, tighten a few things up and increase a bit here and there. No problem she said. My program is a grueller and I have very jelly legs so there's a loooooong way to go but Gilly did it so I can too.

Coffee, cake and much chin wagging on the horizon soon as a get together is on the cards with my forum buddies......magic.

Note to me: This was the 31st of Jan but couldnt log in to blogger as keyboard was being a pain.