Well I guess all those mirrors I broke 13 years (no I don’t remember
them either) are in fine form. What feels like a 13 year drawn out execution
continues. The pain never stops and now the breathing is getting worse. Today was
supposed to be d-day in terms of whether my lungs would completely write me off
for an unlikely second heart transplant. Unfortunately the tests had to stop
with the lung doctor deciding I am in respiratory failure (I already figured
this out for myself with oxygen sats in the high 60’s and low 70’s) and want to
admit me today to start working on my lungs. We compromised (well I told him
actually lol) so I can have one last weekend before the medical hell I know so
well resumes again with all the slicing and dicing they love doing to me.
At least he is taking my request for oxygen seriously now. Looks
like they may airlift me to prince charles in brissy next week. Just what I need
more stress and arguments with people I will more than likely be suing soon. I will
get back to writing my book as soon as I can as unfortunately time is running
out.
Life’s a bitch then you …………..
