Having a bit of a struggle to stay positive now...I saw the new- to- me consultant this afternoon and she was full of doom and gloom. She showed me the results of that test I had recently....the one when I wore a gadget on my finger all night to monitor oxygen levels and heart rate...that was grim, even I could see it that before she explained it all. The levels fell so drastically that she said it was a wonder I was still standing...doesn't give much cheer does it!
And then she told me I have reached stage four in the COPD ratings chart...that's as far as you can go...it's the worst case scenario actually.
She was very nice...not as nice as mad Kathryn mind you, with her dozens of jangly bracelets and penchant for sharing juicy bits of hospital gossip while sitting on your bed... but she was pleasant enough and has re-ordered the oxygen which ought to be here next week...there was some mix-up over the previous order...I had the impression it was never actually ordered and she was doing a swift cover-up...
So now I'm going to have a slice of vegetarian pizza which Himself has put in the oven and then I'm going to read...