Blink

So, have you ever been out and about doing what you normally do when you blink and things change?  I was out running errands this weekend and checking things off my list.  I was feeling pretty accomplished about the whole matter which speaks to my type A personality.  I was heading for the grocery store when I coughed and then coughed some more.  That was it.  I noticed my typical junk which is a sign of infection was complete with blood.  The first time was alarming enough.  Then, it happened again.  I asked about this very scenario a few months back and was told that the amount matters.  A little might be typical of a blood vessel that burst.  A lot is reason to call in the big guns.

While I was somewhere in the middle, I gave up on my adventure to the grocery store and headed for home.  My friend dropped off a book that she had finished for me last week.  It was rather timely as I took that is a sign that I should lay low.  Well, it wasn't really sign as much as it was a direction guided by my husband.  So, that is how I spent most of yesterday and today. 

This morning, I spent at the dentist.  The hygenist was telling me how her son is in my daughter's class and he was home with a fever on Friday.  She had to work on Monday so he went back to school.  So, it begins.  While it is really hot today, the germs of fall seem to be just around the corner.

The thing about CF is that sometimes you push it into the back of your mind.  Then, when you are going about your life, it reminds you that things aren't quite that simple.  So, you pack it in.  A trip to the grocery after the first treatment, lunch and another treatment, an outing to the library to meet your friends before the last treatment.  And, you remember that you shouldn't complain about the schedule.  You should just keep on day in and day out because you only need to blink before everything changes. 

So, a little more sleep, some extra nebs, and holding out before we call in the big guns.  After all, it could be nothing.  That would be ideal.  Or, it might be denial.

Blessings,

Cindy