The 7th & 8th; I have been worrying.
The 7th of April.
All afternoon I have been worrying that I have another pneumothorax. During the boat race I thought I could feel a chest rumble (which I haven't had for several days), but it wasn't audible and I couldn't cough it away. I decided to go to the bathroom where it was quiet, and I wasn't aware of any bubbling sensation like I had in 2017. I checked my sats and they were okay (at rest anyway - when I climbed the stairs, they dropped to 92 and that was only once the machine was able to pick them up) but I still wasn't sure. I had a look at my blog posts from back then, and there is a marked difference between how I felt then and now. In 2017, I was on a lot of oxygen and struggling with most activity, which I'm not at the moment. I think I'm okay, but I'm going to stay aware of it all. I think we'll know by morning if I'm in trouble.
My day has been that and knitting, really. The line up on Sunday Brunch was totally dire, so I ended up with the news channel on all morning while I wrote up a blog post. Then I got to work on finishing the sleeve of my jumper, and that's been it! Trying not to worry but I'm scared. I don't want to have another chest drain. Not that the procedure itself was so terrible, but everything after it was so exhausting. Not again. Not now.
The 8th of April.
Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have a pneumothorax. If I did, I wouldn't be able to climb the stairs without needing oxygen and I would have chest pain. I'm staying aware, but I think I'm okay.
Today my concentration has been elsewhere. I have done some work on the knitting of my second sleeve, but we've also been trying to figure out where my sketchbooks are. We've been watching Portrait Artist of the Year and it really makes me want to get my art stuff out. I packed it all into boxes a few years ago, and Mommy has retrieved my pencils, but where my sketchbooks are is a mystery. They're not in any of the plastic boxes in the box room (which is where I thought they were), nor are they in the A1 folder on top of my wardrobe with my GCSE art in. I have looked everywhere I can think of and I know I wouldn't have thrown them out so I'm kind of confused and upset about where they are hiding. It's so frustrating!
In my search, I did find a bunch of old photos that made me smile. Mostly of Hallfield, stuff from disposable cameras when I was about six. I was so cute. And I found Top Cat! He doesn't look like the cartoon one - someone bought him for my Grandpa when he was a Samaritan because his initials were TC too. Far older than the cartoon.
Where are my books? I want to draw!