Last night I received a text last night. A link to the song "waiting for superman" by Daughtry. Superman is my favorite super hero (why my pulmogist has that name). So I of courses listened to it. Its more so a love song, but my friend told me it reminded her of me. Confused by this I asked "why?" She replied "because I am sure some days you just want to escape." Of course my reply is always "I am use to it..." but it made me think (never a good thing). We all get comfortable with a certain amount of discomfort.

Not many people are use to constant chest pain, a PICC line, or lungs filled with mucus. Or a disease that can not be treated because it can be very dangerous. You often here doctors tell you, "we treat you based on the fact that your treatment outways the side effect of the medication." Not in this case. I am not one to sit and complain about my symptoms unless some one is in the need to know. I live with constant pain in my chest and lungs, constantly tired, and with an itchy rash that welts when scratched. This is my normal base line, but to others its something they wish they could take away. I wish we or they could. But since they can't they sit and watch and do what they can to make it better. Me personally I sit with the kitten, write on here, and just relax. It does make it better. But it doesn't make it less painful for them!

Have any of you ever seen Star Trek?? The advanced medicine in the beginning of the second part?? Where the blood of Kahn saved a dieing child's life? (yes I am that geeky girl that adores sci fi. But scientist see movies like this and go how can i make this real. And it can put my life into perspective at time watching it. Though a wonderful movie, my first thoughts were 1. "why can't hospital beds be that cool" 2. "when are we gonna start making movements for more research and more cures."

But Tyson (the cat) is wanting to watch avengers with me and steal my stylus. So I am gonna hop of here.
Love yall!
~Poppet!