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Sometimes, you just have to laugh. It's much easier than getting uptight and upset about life!

On Thursday, my sister and I went to get pedicures before my cousin's wedding and the beginning of school. I have been on IV antibiotics since the sinus surgery to fight against any bacteria that might have been stirred up in the surgery. It just so happened that we went to get pedicures in the middle of an IV dose. I walked in to the building with my ball of medicine in one hand and my bag full of gloves, alcohol squares, and flushes in the other. I'm so used to my port sticking out of my clothing attached to tubing by now, I forget how strange I look to people who are relatively healthy and have never seen IV antibiotics administered at home through a port. When Katie and I sat down in the comfy pedicure chairs, the women kept talking very quickly in a language I couldn't understand and staring at me. Finally, one of the women asked me what "that thing" was, to which I swiftly replied "medicine." I was hoping that would cure their curious glances, but they wanted more information. Another woman walked up to Katie and asked her what was going on, so she went into a more detailed explanation of my port and IVs. Unfortunately, my medicine finished before my pedicure was over. As I disconnected my IV from my port, all of the women in the room, including the women giving other people pedicures, turned to stare at me and talk to one another very quietly. By then, I was highly embarrassed. To add icing on the cake, the woman working on Katie's nails leaned over and "whispered", "You are so lucky. So lucky" and kept giving Katie harsh glances because she somehow thought my CF was Katie's fault.

On Friday, my mom, sister and I drove up to Dallas with my grandparents for my cousin's rehearsal dinner before the wedding on Saturday. My dad was going to join us later that day after he was finished working. When we got to Dallas, I realized I had left all my port covers at home. With any sort of entrance into the body, it is important to keep the area clean and dry so it doesn't get infected. Hence, every time I take a shower, I use a port cover that covers my port completely and sticks on my body to keep it dry. Thankfully, my dad hadn't left home yet, so he brought the port covers for the following days, but I needed to wash my hair before the rehearsal. My mom and sister thought of the clever idea to use the sink as a wash basin and to wash my hair with my head bent backwards into the sink. Let me tell you, my neck just about broke from having to bend awkwardly to get to the sink. But my hair was washed, and I was just grateful for my two new "hair salon workers".

See what I mean? Sometimes, you just need a good laugh!

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