Delight/Despise

I Delight in:

The fact that I am getting a dryer today and can finally wash my clothes!

I Despise:

The fact that said dryer had to be taken back to the store because it couldn't fit in any doorway.

I Delight in:

the beautiful lightening, thunder, and rain storm last night

I Despise:

the rain made the back porch steps a slip and slide and I didn't even manage one step down before falling the rest of the way spraining my wrist.

I Delight in:

After falling down the stairs knowing I can have my last saved redbull as a cheer-me-up

I Despise:

Throwing up my last saved redbull as a not so cheer-me-up but rather a cough-me-up.

Oh life. You sure are a funny one today.

P.S If you ever think there is a slight chance of throwing up in the future it's probably not a good idea to eat half a jar of olives. Just sayin'.

I actually laughed to myself as I wrote these because at the time they didn't seem that funny but now looking back I'm having a good chuckle.

Here we go again...

Three weeks out of the hospital and I. am. sick.

I blame stress. And poison ivy. That's where it all started! I was feeling awesome. I left higher than my high of 74% I left at 75%!! Mmmhm. I was elated. Kyle and I went to the new house to have the floor guys refinish the floors, and since it's real dusty inside, we worked outside in the yard. We pulled up 5 lawn bags of vines. Apparently all of which were poison ivy.

Now, I had never been allergic before, even when rubbing a poison ivy leaf against my forearm (I was in middle school, so I hadn't developed logical reasoning yet, so cut me some slack!). Well, 2 days later kyle is COVERED. I still have my creamy pale white skin clear as could be. hehehe Remember, I'm not allergic?

Well, fast forward a few days later I notice something is stinging on my arm. Poison ivy. Well long story short I got a few small spots of poison ivy on my arms and my leg. Very small, they looked like pimples. Kyle's looked like some monster had taken over his arms and legs and he was being eaten alive, but that's a different story.

After a day or so with poison ivy I started having fevers. I chalked it up to the P.I. kick starting my defense system. Well fast forward a week and I am miserable. My P.I is gone but I have fevers, can't breathe, and must be coughing up a gallon of 'junk' a day! To make matters worse I'm in CF Care limbo.

I'm in a different state and all my papers have yet to make it through the jungle gym of the medical system at the new clinic. So I called my old clinic. MAKE ME BETTER. I got antibiotics and guess what? I'm still not better.

I blame stress. I don't handle stress and getting sick makes me stress even more. AND theres sooo much to do! Stress. Sick. Stress. Sick.

I'm making another phone call today. Hopefully this one will make me better. I am NOT going back to the hospital a measly 2.75 weeks after I just got out. Going to the hospital every month for 3 months? Not my idea of summer fun.

BUT I'm trying to be positive (not that you can tell... ) but I am. I know it's because of stress so I'm trying to relax and take it easy and get my mind off it by doing fun things (like shopping!) but even that is exhausting. But we're having beautiful weather here so that's a plus.

Sometimes I just don't know. Hopefully tomorrow will be better and that's all I can hope for.

That's a heavy word you've got!

A few weeks ago when kyle's family was down for graduation we all sat together and waited for over an hour for the kids to finally file in. While we were waiting his mother and I were chatting, or rather she was chatting I was more listening. She soooo wonderfully let me know that a Canadian 16 year old has cured CF and they're going to start human testing! Well, now, isn't that just peachy keen! (Can you sense the rolling of eyes here??)

Now, his mom is sort of an eccentric woman who means all the best, whom I do love to pieces, but sometimes she gets me. This was clearly one of those times. Cure, eh? That's a heavy word you've got there Momma O. Of course I politely 'oh! I haven't heard this, tell me more..." and in my head I was rolling my eyes.

Sitting here in the hospital with nothing else to do and at a bordem peak I looked up said 'boy' and said 'cure.' The take I get on all the vague info I could find is that he experimented with something very similar to vx 770 and vx809 both which help correct the flow of the chloride channels. He only had one experiment in living cells in a culture... his results were quite impressive in that the fact that his two combinations of drugs worked together so that the cell functioned normally.

Wait a minute, isn't that essentially what the new vertex drugs are doing? This is not a cure, it's a treatment. A damn good one, but a treatment nonetheless. It's a shame that the media failed the general public when they decided to use the word 'cure' in their featured stories. I'm disappointed that they underestimated the heaviness of the word and tossed it around like no big deal.

The boy who did all this discovery, is absolutely amazing. I really liked a lot of his interviews, he stressed that the importance of his research is NOT the drugs, but rather the groundwork that he laid for these specific molecule structures. There's someone who understands the realistic seriousness of the matter. And he's only 16! Never once did he say 'cure.'

It's annoying to see false statements of celebrities, disappointing to see embellished, over the top stories, but its downright criminal to break hearts and spread lies! So my advice to all you media folk out there; "cure" is a heavy word --use with caution.

Room 142

At 5:00 pm EST the Carnival Glory set sail to the bahamas. I've never been on a cruise before, this cruise is my first. Only, I didn't quite make it aboard. Instead I'm now hooked up to an IV pole because my body decided it was the perfect opportunity for my first ever case of hemoptysis at 3 am morning before my first ever cruise. Did I mention this cruise was a gift?

To say I am bummed is an understatement. I am bitter and filled with regret. As soon as that fateful mouthful of red, frothy, liquid poured from my teeth I immediately was trying to talk it down. When I hadn't heard back from the pulmonoligist on call for over an hour an a half I successful convinced myself it was no biggie. People bleed all the time.

But then he called, and said to come in. Come in come in. Like, sit here for a couple weeks while everyone is in the bahamas so you're alone by yourself come in.

I put my health first and I hate myself for it. I'd much rather be sick and sailing than be healthy and lonely. I'm on such a weird emotional roller coaster right now. I'll understand eventually I did make the right decision, but it doesn't help it suck any less.

I've taken 4 steps forward and now 3 and a half back. Does it ever get easier?

Even Soda Doesn't Cut it Anymore

I'm having an off day. Lately I've been having more Off than On days. But that's just the way it goes. Unfortunately my "off" days are actually the days I'm off of work. Goooo figure. Although this week I had an off day at work.

I have a list of things I'd love to do right now and I can't seem to find any motivation what so ever. I decided to give myself some time to just 'chill' and feel lousy for a bit and then start anew. I also decided to look up some blogs to see if anyone had any inspirational, quick fix it to get out of mopey land when you're feeling icky but you want to do so much?

Lately I've been backing myself into this corner. My list of things to do has sat unaccomplished for quite a while because I've convinced myself if I can't do it all then I'm sick. And who wants to be sick? And if I CAN do it all, well then, that's just pure laziness, and who in all honesty is proud of being lazy? So I've got two outcomes (in my mind at least) and both are negative. See how this is bad?

I know there's not a quick fix it, although I keep trying to convince my body that coke always dose the trick. I usually can get by feeling less congested after a good cup of soda, particually coke. Those bubbles? Clear out my throat & mouth like nothing else! Move aside toothbrush you're being replaced. The always reliable sugar rush & energy boost is always welcomed and the taste, well if you offered me pepsi I'd laugh. Maybe my body's not fooled that I got caffeine free this time. hmm.... But I wish there were some good old reliable 'tools' - if you will- to call upon when I need a pick me up, that don't leave me dashing to the nearest convient store.

I know keeping busy helps me forget that I'm feeling icky. But I also don't want to run myself down and lead to the most inconvenient hospitalization either. I've been doing so well balancing working, and thinking positive that this is a major road block for me. I know I have some power over this, but it's just so much easier to give up and cuddle in bed and waste the day. Yet, that feeling that lingers after a day such as the one just described, makes me feel even more miserable.

What's the magic balance here people? Where does it lie? How do you know you're doing 'enough' without over doing it? Or when do you know you need to back off. People say "you know you're body best" , but they don't account for all the mind tricks. I can't seem to sync up my mind with my body no matter how much soda I drink. And all these little cracks seeping into my noggin with this gloominess has reminded it of all those "what if's" I used to dwell on. I hate what if's. They do no one any good. Yet they've taken up residence and I'm having a very hard time evicting them.

I keep telling myself, counting down the days till the hospital. I know I should just go in, but I don't want to put life on hold. Not right now. I can make it. I know I can. My numbers are still where they were almost 8 months ago! It's the moodiness that is cluing me in on the much needed tune-up. I told myself I'd put my health first this year, and here I am knowing fully and allowing willingly to put it on the back burner for a few weeks for someone else.

So when does it end and how do we balance it? This will not be the last time I feel like this but in the future when it returns I want to know how to combat it. Kick it's unwelcome tushy out the door and live my life. Not live CF.

Life lesson

seriously google? I hate auto refresh. I just lost a blog entry somewhere deep in space. Oh well maybe it was for the best, I was basically complaining. Who likes that?

Life lessoned learned, courtesy of google.

Not Lately

I'm just not into it lately. I sit down to write and I stare at this blank white space and get lost. Cue distraction. My idea of brainstorming is reading other blogs followed by similar versions of this:

"Oh, I wish I would just get up early and bake like that"

"She writes such awesome posts, and they're not novels... Why are my posts so long, and incoherent"

"I used to be an average writer...." (So maybe average is a stretch. In my school I think I was above par, if you could look past my grammar and spelling. I had nice ideas and could convey them smoothly. Not so much these days. Not so much.)

"Her blog always leaves me feeling inadequate... I should go clean."

But Why? I sit down to write and I feel intimidated. I shouldn't feel inadequate. Ever. And yet when I come to this blank space I feel just that; inadequate. My fingers struggle to type and the words just aren't forming. No one's going to tell me I'm wrong or give me a grade, and yet I sit here struggling.

There have been so many time I've sat down with the intent to write and I've done nothing but stare at this page and reflect. I have so many stories and thoughts that I'm sure I could spin beautifully growing the wonderful web that is my life... but don't you see? It sounds forced. It sounds cheesy. Although, it would suit me-- I tend to be a cheesy person in real life.

(I once corrected my aunt when

she called me "a ham."

"No, no no! I'm not a ham...

*cue dramatic voice*

... I'm a GA-LAZED ham"

Been there. Done that. )

As of right now I'l just keep staring at this blank space hoping for inspiration to strike. Or maybe I'll bookmark a thesaurus and boost my vocabulary confidence, and perhaps words will come a little easier. But for now? Bed sounds best.