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Well I finished my IVs today and my lung function has fallen from 47% to 39%, hum weird! They even made me do it on 2 different machines to check it wasn't the machine that was broken, but nope its not broken.

Anyway they are not making me stay on my IVs (thank god), I have to go back in two weeks to see how I'm doing.
It is clearly because I have finished the voriconazole, I know this, they know this but I can't stay on it all the time so we shall fanny around for a few weeks and then no doubt they will put me back on it. This bloody fungus is the bane of my life, there are no drugs for it that I can have all the time as I asked the doctor. There are no studies that show the longterm affects of them and I don't fancy being the case study. I guess the drug company assume a 3 month dose is enough for someone, well no not for moi....

My port looks okish, its miles better than usual however some kind of blister has developed and theres are a few sore looking bits, but still loads better than usual. I've just put some moisturiser on it to try help it clear up quicker, past caring really.

I had my glucose tolerance test as well. I had to fast from 9pm last night and drink the most horrible drink, makes me gip thinking about it. Then I had to wait an hour and get blood taken from my arm (it can't be taken from my port) then wait another hour and get blood taken again. It's so boring, I actually fell asleep on the bed in the room so at least got to have a nap. This test looks to see if I have diabetes. It has to be done once a year or every 6 months if the results come back borderline.

I've been so fed up with this week and not really done much, I'm sick of everyone bugging me, asking me questions about the wedding and hen night. Pointless questions, things people should be able to arrange themselves like their outfits, how they are getting to the meeting spot etc. I can't arrange everything for everyone! I'm sick of feeling tired and just wanting to sleep and I'm sick of not caring about anything, I really don't give a toss about anything. I don't care what I'm eating, what I'm wearing, the fact I'm just sat like a vegetable infront of the tv all day, I don't care that I'm being boring and rude to people. I swear I feel like a robot just doing what I have to do. It's making me get headaches and I am sick of getting those too. It's my hen night tomorrow and I don't even care, two people have dropped out of it now so I have to rearrange what rooms people are staying in and no doubt I will get hassle over that.

I feel like I don't even know why I am bothering getting married because theres just no point and all it's doing is causing me loads of hassle and I'm scared I'm going to feel ill anyway! So there you go not a very good week for Gemma, I'm sure I will perk up in a few days