I had to call out paramedics tonight. I felt a bit rubbish even though my blood oxygen was ok-ish.

They could hear a wheeze, before a stethoscope came near me. They nebulised me and then waited for my blood oxygen to settle. I felt a whole lot better afterwards. I’m just a bit amped up from the steroid.

This new phase of my journey with my respiratory failure is still a mystery to me. My sats have been better than before becoming a retainer, yet my heart is working harder.

I will work it out.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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