Well, if this isn't a coincidence. I just finished a long, very difficult week, and actually got on to share my very similar thoughts and feelings. Low and behold, you beat me to it. But I'll comfort you in knowing that you are not alone in how you're feeling. I've been out of work for the last 2 and a half weeks, just feeling overly crappy. I've got another bad sinus infection, and am on 6 weeks of Omnicef, it's slowly working to clear me up, but I've just been getting SO winded so easily lately, with a dry cough. So I went in, and saw my doctor, but discovered my lungs are 100% clear, even my atolectosis is cleared up. (A little background on me, I haven't been hospitalized for a tune up in 4 years, I own the ThAIRapy Vest, but I don't use it, as it's Really uncomfortable for me, and only aggravates my cough more. I started taking enzymes when I was 14 months old, and about 4 years ago, I put on a decent amount of weight, and found out that all of a sudden I didn't need the enzymes anymore. So for the last 4 years, my only real symptoms have been my sinuses, with 6 surgeries and picc lines in that time. I've been so good, I haven't seen a CF specialist or pulmonologist either. I was going thru that rebellious, 'I don't really need all that care' stage, and I was doing pretty good.) So, my doctor put me on prednisone, but after a week, that didn't help. So she sent me to a pulmonologist, and I got horrible news. Now, I've never been horribly chronically ill, when I start getting winded easily, or wheezy, I've always been hospitalized and tuned up, and I'm good to go. I got special treatment in Gym in school, because I did get so winded after strenuous exercise, but like, if I wanted to race somebody, or go horseback riding, I could for short periods, and I'd just be winded a little. But the pulmonologist was very frank with me. My PFT before a neb was at 58, and after, it rose to 82, and then 4 hours later was back down to 56. He decided to put me on the 500/50 dose of Advair, Atrovent, and Singulair. I just kind of looked at him, and asked why he wasn't going to just hospitalize me for a tune up. He said it wouldn't help. I asked if these would take care of the getting winded from just walking across the room, and he said it might, but probably isn't going to make a significant difference, these meds were just to keep me from getting worse. As for PFT, I'd probably be around 60 'normally' and will need to start doing my Xopenex nebs 3-4 times a day if I wanted to stay in the 80's. Permanently. It really hit hard. To be told that if I want to go horse back riding, or take my dog for a jog, or even just mow the lawn, I WILL go into an full blown attack... for the rest of my life. That how I feel today is about as good as I'm ever going to feel again... Ouch. I've been living so well, so free, and now I HAVE to go home RIGHT after work every night to do a neb just so I can breathe. I'm depressed. I've been on all these meds for about a week now, and they were only supposed to take 3-4 days to kick into full effect... I don't feel a lot better. I've been bed ridden for the last 2 days, and I missed my sister's High School Graduation party this weekend because the muscle twitching from the constant Xopenex is causing my muscles to ache. I can't even stand up, my thighs hurt so bad. I tried to write in my journal tonight, and ended up throwing it across the room because I couldn't read what I was writing, I was shaking so bad. I have beautiful handwriting, but now I don't even recognize it. When I was younger, and was in the hospital more, I had a couple friends with CF. Two passed away about 3 years ago, and another I lost touch with after I stopped being hospitalized. I guess that may be why I refused to go to any of the CF clinics - I didn't want to make anymore friends with CF, it was too hard to lose them. I know I'm lucky to have such a mild case, and most aren't. I can't take being close to the unluckier ones. Especially the young ones. It's too hard. And now here I am, I'm as good as I'm ever going to be, my health is down hill from here. Kind of sucks. So I took this weekend to just kind of collect my thoughts, and decide what I want to do with my life. I still don't have a clue. But I know I want to do as much as I can. I want to ride horses anyway, and jog my dog anyway. I'm just going to be extremely uncomfortable doing so. Good news is that my boyfriend has finally agreed to mow the lawn from here on out. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> And that's it. That's who I am, I always find the better thing to look at, the good news first. My friends and family have always asked me, how do you cope with knowing you're going to die young? My answer has always been <i>'I just think, I'll never have to look in the mirror and consider getting a face lift'</i>. So that is how I'll cope still. I apologize for the LONG post. I just really needed to let somebody know how I feel, and what's going on in my life. Mmmm, Venting. Okay, well I'm gonna head to bed. Just know that everybody has their down moments, and it's the up ones we need to think about. 'Night All!Alli