Frustraition

Today has been the highs of bollocks.

Starting with...going swimming. Figured it would be great to start the day with exercise, that was untill i got to the pool and had a huge allergic reaction as they had put far to much chlorine in the pool.

After that, we get home to find the post man had been abd instantly from the envelope i knew it was the decision for our welfare appeal. They wont grant us a 2nd bedroom despite all our reasonings behind needing it for me and they wont increase our banding as they dont feel that tje mental abuse that we are getting is bad enough to need to move out quicker. They also dont feel i need to be closer to a hospital and they also dont feel that we are isolated within the countryside that doesnt even have a village shop.

Following all this, tonight we have a message from my other half saying that they wont be coming to the wedding despite her being made to go to theirs. their excuse is having a meal at 1730 is to late for them to be out for their son who would be 11 months. Its a joke, all this shit within our house is because we didnt originally invite people to the wedding yet the bit they have been invited to they dont want to fucking come to.

Im feel like shit and just want to cry.

Should have done wat my girlfriend had originally said, just take our two best friends to the ceremony and fuck everyone else as at the moment no one seems to give a damn about how we feel!!

TTFN

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The Call

Yesterday I had the call from Birmingham telling us there was a bed free on the respiratory ward.

Five hours later and we arrive. The traffic was hell, from post holiday drivers to accidents to road works to pure phantom traffic.

Mums new boyfriend came with us, and although I was pissed off at first for mum not asking me and also telling me that my girlfriend couldnt come coz the hospital wouldnt allow it, he was great, made me chuckle and really relaxed the whole situation. I have to admit its great that he is being so involved and supportive and helpful, the complete opposite to what mum old partner was like.

The doc came and said that basically all they are doing is increasing my steroids and giving me oxygen if I need it.

Have to admit im a little narcked off that ive been admitted 4 days pre op just to up my steroids.

They still insistes on cannulating me and it took 6 attempt. I was meant to be having a picc line but the doc said that wouldnt happen over the weekend.

Altogether I think its pretty shabby how the whole situation has gone, but I am bow here so I have to sit and wait.

I am on day 13 of my liquid diet and weirdly Ive lost no weight at all this week, really bizarre considering im only having 1000 calories if that a day.

Well I should stop ranting now but ill keep you all updated.

TTFN

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Ps the pictures are of my lovely photo frame that I have of my and my girlfriend and hanging off it is the special healing stones she purchased me as a gift. Also of my new spongebob pjs and my injuries already.