2 years 7 months

Sunday marked 2 years 7 months with the new lungs. It was also a year since Chris and I decided to get divorced. It feels like a whole lifetime has happened in that year. Grateful of course for another month of easy breathing. I've really been enjoying running outside again. I'm even in a better spot now than I was fitness wise than before lockdown started.

I managed to have a lung function test done 2 weeks ago. I was 2 months after my previous appointment was supposed to be. I could only do the lung function test, and only after I had done a Covid test. My lung function was down a bit - FEV1 of 89%, FVC 115% (and has been down tiny bits at the last 4 check ups, so that's really annoying). It's such small drops that it's barely considered a drop, but with my history of rejection of the previous lungs it makes me anxious. So I have to have it repeated again in another 2 weeks' time. In the meantime I'm just trying not to think about it.

I had to go to the dentist on Tuesday morning, An old filling fell out while I was eating over the weekend, so had to have that fixed. Work is back to normal capacity, and Andrew is back from PE. It's nice to have small things return to "normal".

I'm loving the new home. Most of the stuff I've ordered online have arrived, and it's feeling very cosy. Also loving being able to do some gardening again. It's a pity that we're going into winter, but hopefully everything I've planted so far will look amazing in 3 months' time.

Don't have much else to say. Preparing to do a virtual 10km Comrades run thing on the 14th of June, so that's something to work towards.