I’ve had a rough day.
My chest filled with fluid and rendered my ability to breathe very difficult.

I’ve had 3 Salbutomol nebulisers, an in-bed chest x ray, lots of doctors visit me and been in an Oxygen feed all day.

I’ve had some visitors too, who saw me in varying states of physical distress.

What I find very weird is that people think that I’m ill, therefore I MUST be down. There’s a refusal to believe that I can possibly be positive when I’m in agony/ grimacing and covered in tubes.

I can certainly understand their confusion, but not to the point where they are actually trying to convince me that I must be unhappy.

Any protests from me that suggest I am actually okay with it all, and looking forward with optimism seem to be dismissed as my confusion.

I think that in the normal world this must be the case, but in my world of regained inner strength, I am looking forward to tomorrow being a better day.

Gotta go, more chest treatment from yet another doctor.

I hope then to sleep, but be awake for the second Trump Clinton slanging match.

When I cough it still feels like I’m being stabbed.
I’m looking forward to that stopping.