This part of a hospitalization is like the last leg of a marathon. It's the shittiest and most exciting all at once. I'm supposed to go home tomorrow, which is amazing but it can't come quick enough. I'm not going to leave here feeling perfect, that's never the case, but I will feel better. Plus I'd rather get treatment at home in my own bed. I'm sick of doctors who think that just because they work with many CF patients, they somehow know what's it like to live it. Anyway, I'm looking forward to getting home so I can get started on some really cool ideas I have for this blog. I'm also looking forward to being in a temperature controlled environment where hopefully my violent night sweats will subside for a bit. It will officially be summer break for me when I get back. Even though I'm nervous about college in the fall, I'm also super excited for the next couple of months. I took my grad money and cut a deal with my parents for a car, so I really want to spend my time adventuring this summer. I want one of those "get in the car and take a road trip just because" summers. Luckily for me, I will have plenty of excuses to do just that. Between carting around my boyfriend for various gigs with his band, escaping up to the lake in New Hampshire on weekends, and few other bucket list things I plan to do, I'm confident it's going to be awesome. I'm so ready to get started. Getting out of here is obviously great for me, but it's almost better for my loved ones. I have been blessed with the most incredible mother anyone could ever ask for and it takes an extreme emotional toll on her watching me in here. My boyfriend is also a major blessing for me and even though he doesn't mind being here at all (and taking care of me), I hate that we have to spend time bonding as a couple in this place. He is truly amazing about it though, I'm so grateful for him. Not many eighteen-year-old guys are excited to live in a hospital room just because their girlfriend is living in one. I'm a lucky bitch. I know. 😉
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