[No Z-packs were harmed in the writing of this post]

I get a holiday from Azithromycin for 30 days, which is kind of nice, as eliminating a med from the list feels good. Don’t I wish I could cut them all. How nice would that be? Especially if I could lose the 4.5 hours a day I spend on inhaled treatments.

Valentine’s Day is going to be easy this year. My wife is getting something red, something small, something that comes in batches of 14, something with numbers on it.
Any guesses?

For Halloween next year, I’m dressing in black and white stripes like a prisoner. And instead of a ball and chain around my ankle, I’m going to tie a bunch of nebulizers together and attach them to my ankle using old air hoses.

Prisoner of CF?

Okay, never mind. No one in my neighborhood would get the joke.

Okay, end of bitching.

Back to the Azithromycin topic, which I zagged away from.

Yes, I received an email from my CF clinic telling me to chill on the little red pills – 250mg a day for life. They want the drug to clear my system so they can test me for mycobacteria. They believe the Azithromycin might be suppressing the bacteria. Luckily I stopped the med during the hospital stay because it’s too much of a load on my system and makes the possibility of c diff more likely (for me, not medical advice for you), as I can just say “c diff” and get it.

So, I’m at day 13 in the 30-day “z-pack detox program.” Thursday I get my 15-day chip.

I hope I don’t have this new bacteria because knowing what I know about it from my friend Stacey, all I have to say is, “aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhh.” Women have the strength to fight this one. I’m toast.

Actually, I had to smile when I got the email. I thought of a quote I heard on Justified the other day: “Growing old ain’t for pussies.”

Nope, it ain’t. Thanks for that life lesson, Raylan Givens. Could have used it a bit sooner, my friend.