So its 4am in the morning just been sick for the third time, stopped the infusion of bronchdilators as its them making me sick and crabby. I'm back in hospital for the 8th time in 6 months, lung function has gone dramatically down over the last 3 years. I'm 18 suppose to be doing my degree, my job and still haven't managed to pass my driving test yet! Everything is on hold, life is on hold, I'm just 'functioning' atm, I'm not depressed just fed up of my health, I love my life in general just haven't had one since April, I had like 2/3 years worth of IVs in 6 months, I usually last 3-5 months without now its every other week or every month. My doc was a bit concered as I'm not one to complain, what I mean by that is I don't let on as much as I do, I just don't want to be seen as a fuss and just put up with it, like pain and side effects of treatment. He said I seemed 'troubled', which to some degree I am, I just don't know how to express it or explain, its like there are no words for it to make any sense. I'm also worried bout my Mum, she's my rock, my world and I wouldn't be here without her, I don't like her to worry bout me so I put up with it, trouble is she can read me like a book sometimes. Though I never rant or let it out when I have bad news or no improvement which she would like me too sometimes as it may be written all over my face but I won't express it with emotion sometimes, as I feel as if its the way it has to be. Anyway that my rant, I would like to say more but I'm knackered bt I've realised that in writing this it helps so maybe that's what I need to do, write it down.
Hannah 18 w/cf
Hannah 18 w/cf