So Sick of Needles.

The last few days have been really good, chest wise. It's a lot clearer and I did manage to get some mucus up today from the bottoms of my lungs. It's really hard work so I just kept falling asleep after Physio sessions, but it's made me feel better overall.

The doctors gave me more diuretics today so the fluid in my legs and stomach has gone down considerably. Still lots there but that's to be expected with the amount of steroids I'm still on. I wake up every morning with my face swollen up with fluid - mum says I look like I've been in a boxing match lol.

I've been having blood tests everyday for about a week now and my veins are ruined. They're having to use veins that are already bruised and it's starting to hurt a lot! Having my fingers pricked for blood sugar levels about 6 times a day is annoying me too now. My fingers are all scarred and tough. And the insulin I have to inject in my thigh and stomach about 5 times a day...ugh. Bruised belly. I suppose it's a good sign I'm starting to moan about the little things.

I feel like it's only up from here though and I'm positive I'll make it to transplant. Mum left after staying 2 nights. She's been so good at looking after me - she deserves a good rest at home I think. Although, I know her and dad are constantly thinking about me.