Getting out

I have no idea where I left you all and I don't have the desire to check. I have a feeling it was something about being unsure of my progress here. Well.. that turned out to be a lengthy and pointless story. I still don't feel any different from when I arrived really, however my pfts were semi-better. Semi in the sense that my first blow was up 100mL but subsequent blows were the same as clinic. I'm over it, I'll get it back another way believe me.

As for everything else, my bloodwork has barely budged but I'm getting constant cries of "its normal" from everyone from docs to nurses to whoever I want to complain to. 9.85. Yes.. normal, but when I come here it typically plummets like a rock. I have a sore throat that won't quit. It took me 5 days to succeed in getting a swab taken, but nothing grew. They considered thrush (which i didnt think it was, but was excited to try ANY remedy) but decided against treating it. I coughed up a big, thick green glob Wednesday and then asked to provide my first sputum sample of my admission because of it (they had missed asking for one upon arrival). This green globby grew... wait for it... NOTHING. "Normal respiratory flora". When my 2nd worst type of phlegm can grow the best result... I'm not sure what to base my decisions on anymore.

The phlegm thing was my last straw. The doctors wanted to send me home after 10 days, and at that point I said 'fine.. I'll go home but I want to stay the 14". At the end of the day, I do realize I came here mainly complaining of a low pft.. which was, relatively, a small drop when you look at the big picture. Large for me though, but I felt fine. I know I'm not THAT sick. I got my tune up and hopefully its enough to maintain me on the outside world for another year. Exercise will have to keep my pfts elevated for now. I have a plan to get going on that once again and we'll see how that continues.

Until hometime I'm focusing my energy on making the most of whats left. I had a masseur come in today which was a cool experience. A few CF friends have lent me their spouses as visitors and for that I'm so grateful. Theres always part of being admitted that is... admittedly.. fun!