And now it starts.

I'm feeling the boredom, so I'm writing again. The same typical reaction has started when I come in the hospital. I'm not sure what causes it, but I typically get some extremely sore skin once I begin treatment. I am always forced to go to doing my vest or the percussor(a little machine run by air that vibrates) when my skin gets this sore. Also, about half an hour ago my symptoms that I came in with came back. This is a good thing in a way because now the doctors and nurses can get a better picture of what was going on to make me get admitted. They look at me crazy when I ask for more breathing treatments, as if I don't know what is best for myself when I'm unable to breathe. Oh well. They can think what they want, I know that it helps because it was the only thing that helped at home.

I suppose I can explain about my medications now as well. Basically what happened is a culture of the junk in my lungs was sent to a far away lab. They tested it against a multitude of antibiotics and got results back regarding it. It turns out I have multiple strains of a bug I always knew I had. They take the 3 most common strains that I have and look at them. They try to make sure they use the antibiotic that is sensitive to the largest numbers of my strain and use that. That is why my antibiotic has changed. What once worked best to kill the strains of the bug I have now is resistant against it. And that is the simplest version of that I can give.

Well, back to watching Animal Cops. So sad. So sad. Missing Abby and all of you.

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