The fact of the matter is that there's no legitimate reason for the title of my post. That's just a little somethin' I was told multiple times while preparing for labor and delivery but as it turns out, NOT visualizing your cervix as a turtleneck is much cooler than carrying that mental image around for the rest of your life. So I suggest you stop thinking about your cervix, PRONTO! For those of you who don't have a cervix... well, what are you even doing here? Don't you know this is the cervix and turtleneck blog?
Oh, and we occasionally talk about bagels. BAGEL!
Okay, now that I've successfully wasted a good minute or two of your life (and no, you can't have it back... sucker!) I'll get around to what I'm really writing this post about. I haven't blogged for quite a while but I want you to know that it's because I had an absolutely incredible, busy, fun-filled and healthy summer! Unfortunately, as too many good things do, my health streak came to an end a few weeks ago.
I came in for clinic and my PFT's were significantly lower than usual, which was a little surprising because I'd been feeling pretty fantastic and I'd really been taking care of myself - being compliant with treatments, working out regularly, etc. Long story short, because my numbers were low yet I was still feeling good, we tried mixing things up a bit with my treatments (which is just a fancy person's way of saying "I haven't been taking Advair correctly for years and was finally shown the proper way to do so") and we added a daily acid suppressant to see if we could take care of some of the tightness I was experiencing.
Two weeks later I was back in clinic, ready to blow some pretty impressive numbers... only to be discouraged by blowing even lower than before! I began mentally preparing myself for an admission at that point, but was still a little baffled that I wasn't feeling worse when my numbers were so much below my baseline.
Come to find out, I have a new friend living in my lungs - stenotrophomonas maltophilia. Or, Harry, as I've begun calling him. Whether or not Harry is to blame for my lungs acting up, we aren't entirely sure yet, but we certainly didn't want to give him a chance to get comfortable in there. So, as expected, I was admitted yesterday. I'll likely be here a full two weeks, unless I make a miraculous recovery and my lung function jumps up significantly within the next week or so.
A friend of mine once told me that blogging/facebook/the whole online world is more of a winter thing, something to do when everyone is bundled up inside and bored out of their minds. I agreed with his theory, but added "yeah, wintertime and during hospital stays."
It's true, the boredom does tend to eat a person up and swallow them whole when they're stuck in a hospital room for weeks at a time. So I'm hoping to kill some of the monotony by doing a little catching up on this blog while I'm cooped up in here. Pehaps over the next few days I'll post some pictures and tell you a little more about my summer.
Well, that or talk about other inappropriate body parts...
Does anyone have any personal experience with Steno?
I've never cultured it before and I'm getting some conflicting information from Dr. Google.
Any info you have would be appreciated. Thanks!