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 and some pain, it was fun at times mostly when friends and family visited.