Out of prison, but not sure I’m happy about it.

I got today.  I wanted out.  But now that I’m out, I want back in.

I want back in because my stomach is upset and it may c-diff.  It’s much easier to get it treated in the hospital – and faster.  Outside I have to go to the stomach do and do a test on my own toilet the next day, then bring the sample to the lab.

Then I wait.  It takes day, especially if there is a weekend.  I don’t know if I have the energy to do this anymore.

That’s it tonight.  I am grateful to be alive, but a little down.  Tomorrow’s another day.

Day 9 in lock-up – smelling bad

I haven’t taken a shower in about 8 days.  I never realized how many places on the human body stink over time.

Armpits definitely have the whole man-musk thing going on.  Antiperspirant is keeping it from being deadly.

Feet.  I made the mistake to wear old shoes without socks.  The odor coming from them may be one of the worst smells I’ve ever smelled, something like old cheese and vomit.  When I felt well enough to walk outside this week, I retrieved by slippers from the car.  Now the shoes are in the corner of the room as far away as possible.

Man parts.  Yikes.  Real sweaty.  Tried some speed stick down there.  Not much help with the moisture issue.  Must say my fantasy is to have a hot nurse clean the whole area.  Thinking the odds of that are about the same as finding a cure for cystic fibrosis.  Possible, but not likely to happen soon.

Hair.  Greasy.  It may not smell, but it looks like it does.

How quick are you gonna get up?

The current Nike ad Human Chain: How quick are you gonna get up? played throughout the Olympics.

Here’s the link:  www.nike.com/nikeos/p/nike/en_US/?sitesrc=uslp

My answer to “how quick are you gonna get up?”  Not so quick this time.

One of the many cruel elements of CF is its ability to change like the weather in a Colorado summer.  One minute I was feeling great with stable PFTs; the next I was on my back with the lowest PFTs I’ve ever had.

CF slapped me across the face – hard.

Now that I’m in my forties, each hospitalization becomes just a little bit tougher.

I’m going to change my answer to Nike’s question: It depends on how hard I get hit.  That determines how quick I get back up.

This time, I got hit hard physically and mentally.  Taking a bit longer to get up.  But I will.