After almost a week, I am home from the hospital. It felt sooo nice to fall asleep in my own bed curled up with my little puppy last night.

Right now lil Brodie is curled up on the sofa next to me along with the new addition to the house, my oxygen tubing. This is a first for me. After a short jaunt in the hospital around the elevators with my nurse pushing a pulse-ox machine (measures the level of oxygen saturation in my blood) we found my oxygen levels drop even with just a little exercise. Knowing that, we figure my oxygen levels most likely drop during sleep when my breathing is more relaxed and shallow. So this means I now have an oxygen condenser, along with 50 ft of tubing to get tangled in, in my little home. For times I will be exercising outside the house, I have some small bottles to take with me.

It sucks that I am now to the point of needing to use extra oxygen. It is always a little difficult to accept the changes my CF forces upon my life. Although I am, as always, very thankful for the technology that lets it happen.