Clinic Visit

Well I'm not that late, but I did have CF clinic the last week of August. I really did mean to sit down that night and write, and well, you know....I didn't. In my defense things around here have been quite busy the last few weeks. My Dad had back surgery so I've been taking him to and from appointments, follow ups, blood work, doing his dressing changes. You name it. It was a little frazzling (is that even a word?) to say the least.

On a positive note my clinic visit ROCKED, and for a few different reasons. One, my PFT's were above baseline which always makes me smile. The Doctor basically said, "just keep doing what you're doing and we'll see you in 3 months." So yes, that was okey dokey with me for sure! Second and most important was that my best friend was able to go with me for my visit.

As one of the biggest supporters of me and my CF, she was able to really go and see what going to clinic is all about. From PFT's, to seeing the doc, to getting examined, getting my 8765145678514534769 prescription refills, and for the love of cheese, her having to watch them swab me for my sputum culture (ew). She was there for it all. 

My bestie has seen me at my worst with CF. From visiting me in the hospital with bowel obstructions or pneumonia, to hanging out with me and my PICC lines on numerous occasions. We make the best of it. Always. She's seen me celebrate my biggest accomplishments too, like 5K's and my triathlon.

I couldn't ask for a better friend in the entire world. Thanks for going to good ole Johns Hopkins with me, heck, at least we made it fun. She's my CF partner in crime. To celebrate the good visit, we went to my favorite bar for their wings and sliders in Baltimore :) Not a bad day if I say so myself.

And...drum roll please....my bestie is officially a NURSE PRACTITIONER!!!!!!! I'm so proud!!

 

This is us sporting our awesome Hopkins visitors bracelets. Rad.