OK folks, I’ve been told I have to blog more so here goes. The disease Aspergillosis is somewhat rare, incurable and a right pain in the backside. It strikes for no apparent reason and once in the lungs, it never goes away. So now you all know what aspergillosis is, or maybe not. If not please check out my earlier blogs. Anyway it’s not the disease itself I wish to ramble about this time. No I’m afraid the subject I wish to mention is the mortality rate of this disease.
Red Sputum Hi all, well I’ve been up and I’ve been down recently. My health and resident Fun Guy has caused me some issues of late and I am beginning to get slightly annoyed with the fungal invasion of my lungs. Today as a regular check on what’s festering inside me, I decided to do a sputum examination. Well to be honest I decided last week and today I did a re-examination.
I have just published my first book. It is entitled A Fly on the Ward, and describes some of the funnier, stranger, weirder of almost normal behaviour or events as seen by a hospital patient.
There are many, many books written by doctors around today, but few by patients. Maybe it’s a case of survival rates . . . .
Anyway due to my history of Aspergillosis, Asthma & Bronchiectasis, I have been admitted into hospital hundreds of times since I was about 3 years old to this present day. So it could be said that I have seen a thing or two, and now I have written some down to share with all.
I realise this is a form of advertising, and I am sorry if I act incorrectly or offend anyone. However the book is loosly medical and and may cheer up those who are suffering at this moment in time, least I hope it will.
So have a look for it on Amazon, it can be downloaded for your computer, Kindle, IPod etc and is also available in paperback form.
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Woe is me, misery me,
My skin hurts, my muscles ache,
Pneumonia and head cold for free,
How much can a body take?
Pneumonia on my chest,
My head full of cold,
Certainly not at my best,
Do I feel the mould?
A diet adds to my misery,
But silver lining in my plight,
only thing I note with glee,
I’ve gone and lost my appetite!
Sickness reigns in my belly,
Bugs on my chest, up my nose,
Imprisoned in front of telly,
Weakness flows down to my toes.
The yellow brick road I travel soon,
A very long road to pastures new,
See the wizard to ease my gloom,
I hope on the plane I do not spew!
Funny old day!
Well it’s been a funny old day, not being able to catch myself coming or going! Way too many little jobs to do that outweigh those even bigger chores that are lying in wait for when I least expect them. At present my health is quite good, and on these occasions I attempt to complete those little chores, and huge projects that can prove too great a burden when breathing is an issue, like eight months of the year! So when fit I go like crazy to get as many labour intensive jobs done in the short time allowed me, I’m busy, busy, busy! But my mind is not, though my body labours . . .