I'm too tired and drained to even try to be clever right now, so I'm just going to give the details. I'm back in the hospital. I got here yesterday. I started feeling sick on Monday night -- shortness of breath, fever, increased cough, the whole shebang. It all hit so quickly. I went from feeling great to feeling like total crap within a matter of a few hours. Tuesday morning, after sleeping very little, I woke up feeling like my lungs had been taken out of my chest and run over by a truck.
I had an appointment scheduled with the CF clinic for Wednesday (today) because of the cold I caught shortly after I left the hospital last month. But I'd had such a good weekend and felt so great that I'd actually called earlier Monday afternoon to cancel that appointment. When I woke up feeling so terrible on Tuesday, I immediately called to try to reschedule. I was told to go to my primary care physician (who, incidentally, we were already going to see because Morgan got pinkeye) then to call them back and we'd make a plan from there.
Our family doctor did a quick check-up and confirmed that I have pneumonia again (which I've been prone to since I came down with a terrible case of it in 2009). My oxygen saturation was sitting at 85 and my heartrate was around 150. She told me that I needed to get to my CF clinic right away. When I called clinic to let them know what she had said, the nurse coordinator told me to get up here as soon as I could and that I'd have to be admitted through the ER.
After a stressful few hours of packing, picking up prescriptions for Morgan, making arrangements for child care, picking up oxygen tanks for the ride to Salt Lake and trying to tie up any loose ends that we could think of last minute, we were finally on our way. I got here in time to do PFT's (which turned out to be awful, by the way -- down a full 40% from when I left the hospital last month!) and was somehow lucky enough to bypass the ER altogether. I was taken from the PFT lab, to admitting, to my room within a matter of minutes.
So here I sit, frustrated and completely baffled by the recent events that got me here. Never in my life have I been hit by something so hard, so fast. I'm quite angry at CF right now and, if I'm being totally honest, I'm scared.