Christmas time

This is quite a long post so will do two installments.

On Friday 21st December I was discharged from hospital (with antibiotics), which I was delighted about as it meant I got to be home for Christmas and would be able to spend it with family and friends. When I got home I was going through my post (which is usually bills - mainly from topshop) and I had a wonderful totally unexpected surprise, a friend of mine had nominated me for a 'gift' from a charity the Chloe Janet Ball Trust, this was set up by a family who lost their daughter Chloe to Cf and wanted to help other CF sufferers have a lovely day out, the letter was beautifully written and they spoke of Chloe with such love and warmth, they gave a list of suggestions for what to spend the money on such as a weekend away, theatre tickets, a meal or if I like on bad days just spend it on lots of take-aways, on-line shopping - just spend it on myself. It was a wonderful surprise and I thank Emily for nominating me for this, I don't know what I will spend the money on yet but whatever I do I will do it in memory of Chloe and have a drink for her and her family.

Christmas did not run smoothly for me - Christmas eve was spent at the hospital as I felt quite ill and just plain rubbish so me and my mum decided to come up the hospital and see whether the Dr could swap my antibiotics around but unfortunately as Christmas in hospital's is rather manic (as I have found out) none of my samples were back so they could not see which drugs I was resistant and sensitive to so we came to the plan that i would take both an IV and an oral antibiotic and return on Thursday to see where we were at. I finally left the hospital at 8pm and one of my friends had organised a Christmas eve get together so I got my mum to drop me off there and pick me up afterwards. I only stayed for 2 hours as I was completely knackered. It was nice to see my friends but it also made me quite upset as they were all laughing, dancing and drinking and I couldn't do any of those things this year and probably won't next year either.

Christmas day I woke up and my brother jumped into my bed (mine is all snugly and soft so when in hospital he likes to sleep in it much to my disapproval). In the mornings it takes me quite a while to have a morning cough and wake up - I don't have any get up and go anymore, we went downstairs all opened up our presents, had breakfast and then played with everything we got.. I say played as if we are children but were not I am 22 years and my brother is 15 years but I got a Nintendo Wii this year (big smiley face) so when I am feeling well enough to play it for hours I shall be keeping fit and having fun all at the same time - perfect!. Towards the end of the day my chest was feeling very bad and even having a bath proved too much to bear so I just went to bed hopeing that boxing day would be better.

Boxing day arrived and every year all my dad's side of the family get together around my nan's house and we have a big Christmas dinner together which is absolutely delicious - in my opinion Nannies always make the best food. I was having a much better day the Christmas day with regards to my naughty chest so when I went back to the hospital on Thursday the Dr said to keep on with what I am doing and come back on the 2ND Jan to stop antibiotics.