It's a good news day.
I didn't exactly start that way though. I had my two furry boys outside this morning and since they are uber friendly, they ran up to a woman for some lovin'. Problem. People have fears. It just so happened that this woman has a fear of furry little creatures.
The noise that came out of her mouth scared me.
I will have to talk to my boys about being so scary.
Once I came back inside I suddenly realized that my pft appointment was at 8am, not 9am. So I booked it out of the house and was only 5 minutes late. I was impressed. I didn't even speed or break any laws. It must just be my incredible driving skills.
Last week's pfts went up 1%. While not incredible, it certainly was better than a loss.
They creeped up another 6%!!
93% babeeeee. I'm coming back!
Thank you antibiotics for having my back and showing the crustiness who's boss.
I am back on the aerosols though. Sucking back some tobramycin just to keep the bacteria at bay. I thought my days of aerosols were behind me, but I can handle one month of this. Sitting here, inhaling the meds, takes me back to my pre-transplant days. I have to shake my head to clear it.
I'm not that person anymore. I don't have to rely on aerosols to breathe. I have energy. I can walk up stairs without keeling over, trying desperately to breathe.
We took the furry boys to the park a couple of days ago and I RAN.
I ran and they chased me. It was awesome. Next I will do a marathon...