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Here we go again!

Tomorrow, I have a doctor appointment. OH JOY. CF doctor appointments are always filled with surprises, tid bits of information, and questions. My appointment is at 9:30. I'll fill out the loads of paperwork, be weighed and measured (even though I have remained the same height for at least five years), and see the dietician, respiratory therapist, nurse,social worker, and doctor. I'll do routine PFTs (Pulmonary Function Test, for all you people not familiar with CF appointments) and feel breathless for a few minutes after the tests are completed. I'll also bring in a sputum cup filled with lovely phelgm that I will have coughed up in the morning so that the lab can culture my sputum to determine what bacteria is growing in my lungs. Thankfully, I'll avoid all needle pokes and blood draws (yesssssss). In the appointment, we'll discuss my weight, my cough, my cystic fibrosis related diabetes along with insluin levels, and any other pertinent CF issues. After about 2 hours, my appointment will be over, and I will schedule the next visit. Then, I will leave the hospital, debrief the appointment with my mom, have some lunch, and go back to school. And with all that, I'll only miss one class! Success.

Look at that, I already have the whole day planned out. Can't we just skip the appointment and go straight to the "debrief with my mom, have some lunch, and go back to school" part of the schedule? That would be so much easier! If you think about it tomorrow, please pray for me. CF appointments are always a bit stressful, if you know what I mean. Thank you so much!


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