It's a love/hate kinda thing...

I love Fall! The cooling temperatures are a welcome relief and the changing colors are dazzling. Home grown tomatoes finally ripen and a part of you can actually believe they might be a fruit after all. The most wonderful time of the year--Fall.

I hate Fall! "Flu shots now available" signs everywhere I look. Public gathering places teeming with germs. Avoiding grocery aisles where fellow shoppers hack and sneeze--giving myself whiplash turning my cart around so quickly and trying to only breathe out till I've exited the offending aisle..."Bacteria clean up in aisle 7 please!" The most aggravating time of the year--Fall.

Most of my life I could gauge how my winter would be by how things went in the Fall. If I managed to make it though the season relatively healthy, I could look forward to a decent winter. But if I caught something, hold on to your bobsled because I was headed downhill probably until Spring.

Well folks, yesterday was the Autumnal Equinox and to celebrate my lungs decided to party like it's 2012. Today lovely hemoptasis began with my first cough of the morning. Argh! I already had a call into the CF clinic and they are going to see me Monday afternoon but I was supposed to call to be admitted in the meantime if things got worse. I prefer to be admitted from clinic because then the docs know whats going on and have already began to formulate a plan of attack. Going in "cold" always seems like it takes longer to get things rolling. If I'm going to be in the Bed & Breakfast then I want IV's going and treatments started so I can feel better and get the heck outta there.

So I'm still home and not sure if I made the right decision or not. I've been coughing up old blood all day long so it was a decent bleed for sure. It's been a very long day. I'm trying to not read too much into this bad start but as Dr. Phil says, "the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior," and man I hate that.