Lots of us Cf-er’s go through this. This year I was admitted into the hospital for the first time and let me tell you I was scared. I had to get put asleep (anesthesia) and get a pic-line which is a long lasting Iv but its goes in your upper arm and a thin, long tube goes into your veins. I had to get this to get Iv antibiotics for a Cf exacerbation (lung infection). I was in the hospital for one week (my choice) and went home and did Iv antibiotics at home for around another 2 weeks, luckily my school had spring break the week I came back.

I was admitted into the hospital for the first time because of no other than the great lung infection! I was admitted on a Friday and I was going to get a picc line on Monday because unless it was an emergency they didn’t do that on weekends (I’ll do a in depth story of getting a picc line later) I ended up getting it on Tuesday. Friends and family visited me in the hospital and I got lots of gifts and candy (I’m not complaining). During my stay, I had to have 2 IV’s, one of them wasn’t working right so I had to get another one.

In the end I was released on Thursday and I got to go to my choir concert. My grades choir class is small so were all pretty close so when I walked into our cafeteria all my choir class was happy to see me (most of them knew I was in hospital). Its things like that, that make your day. I went to school the next week, concert was on a Wednesday, but since I was doing IV Antibiotics 3 times a day, 11pm for an hour, 3pm by syringe, and 7:30am by syringe for 2 weeks I wasn’t able to go to school. I think I went for one day and was so tired I had to go home early. Luckily, I only missed a week of school because of spring break.

You’d think that being in the hospital was miserable, besides terrible sleep, it was fun at times mostly when friends and family visited.