– My lung function has come back up a bit. It’s not yet as good as it was when I came in (since I didn’t come in because I was ill but because of the PEG procedure) but it’s not too shabby at 23%. Lots of things are relative, aren’t they?
– My muscle pain is, with a few minor exceptions, a thing of the past.
– The exercise physio said that ‘for such a little thing, you are very strong.’ Yes, I am a bit too pleased about this.
– A nurse came into my room today, saw a verse that I had on my whiteboard and told me she was a Christian too. We then chatted for quite a while and it was simply superb. I now have a bit more of a Christian nurse’s perspective and she has more of a Christian patient’s. Win!
Not so happy things:
– I’ve picked up an infection around the PEG site which is a) painful and b) very annoying. The doctors don’t seem to be that bothered by it and ‘are sure it will be fine.’ Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.
Because of this, it looks like I’ll be staying on here until Monday.
– The weather is not good for me. Close, muggy warmness in Central London combined with a hospital room with no air flow (and because I’m in isolation I’m not even allowed to have my door open) gives me the rather unpleasant feeling of being smothered for most of the day.
– The PEG is still part of our lives. That hasn’t got any easier.
Spiritually, emotionally, physically, things continue to go up and down at an alarming pace. But, as I was reminded by my nurse, we serve a God who never changes and is always our God.
I love the Message version of Psalm 42:5.
‘Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—
soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
He’s my God.’
Amen and amen.