... but sometimes it is just impossible not to! I hope you don't mind a rant, but I'm sure most of you have felt this way before. I am just sick and tired of my health and life being totally beaten down by horrible, awful, nasty CF. I was really healthy for most of my life, and then about a year ago I got my first really bad infection and was in the hospital for almost 5 weeks (my first hospitalization beyond yearly tune-ups). I have been in and out since then, spending 4 out of the past 6 months on IVs. My lungs are really badly damaged - I was functioning in the high 90%s not terribly long ago and it has been getting progressively worse (quickly) and I am now lucky to hit the mid 70s on a good day. I am officially dx with CFRD now, just one more thing to add to the list.
I guess I can just feel that my body is starting to rebel and it terrifies me how quickly this has happened. I'm 20 years old damn it and have to think about reaching the end of my life. Nobody else gets it - my peers are just beginning their lives and I am constantly preparing for the worst to happen. I spent my entire life up until now doing treatments religiously just because I had to, not because I really felt the effects of CF, and now after all of that my body is still shutting down. I was supposed to start my sophomore year of college after transferring to another school (couldn't complete any of my classes last year), but of course I'm back in the hospital now and who the hell knows what will happen now.
Again, I'm sorry for the rant, but I just needed to get this off my chest. Nobody in my immediate family or group of friends really understands. They're very supportive and kind, but I guess there is some comfort to be found in talking with others who have been here and done this. Being stuck in this place leaves one with a lot of time to dwell on being miserable. I don't think my outlook is usually quite this negative.
I guess I can just feel that my body is starting to rebel and it terrifies me how quickly this has happened. I'm 20 years old damn it and have to think about reaching the end of my life. Nobody else gets it - my peers are just beginning their lives and I am constantly preparing for the worst to happen. I spent my entire life up until now doing treatments religiously just because I had to, not because I really felt the effects of CF, and now after all of that my body is still shutting down. I was supposed to start my sophomore year of college after transferring to another school (couldn't complete any of my classes last year), but of course I'm back in the hospital now and who the hell knows what will happen now.
Again, I'm sorry for the rant, but I just needed to get this off my chest. Nobody in my immediate family or group of friends really understands. They're very supportive and kind, but I guess there is some comfort to be found in talking with others who have been here and done this. Being stuck in this place leaves one with a lot of time to dwell on being miserable. I don't think my outlook is usually quite this negative.