I've a funny few days. Managed to go out for a meal with friends on Saturday and did a bit of light gardening on Sunday. Obviously to much as on Monday struggled to get up and had a very bad day and don't feel that much better today but I'm up and dressed, which is important I think.
I'm fairly sure I don't have a chest infection, I've had enough of those to know when I need to up my antibiotics, I'm on a permanent does. So I think that maybe I have taken another step down the hill.
I've been told that I am in the latter stages of IMF and there is nothing more to be done but keep me comfortable but these steps down seem to come at such arbitrary times when I lest expect them.