UNC, Kentucky, Pittsburgh, Georgia

LOL, so it’s Tuesday night, and I’m sitting here watching basketball, munching on some dinner…I have my favorite teams set on TiVo, which is why I’m on a slight delay. Now, I realize there’s some players out sick from Kentucky. However, this is a strange basketball night to say the least! The Tar Heels just barely beat Pittsburgh, by a single FG…lol, um what??? Now, Kentucky in the first 3:00 against Georgia is getting run on 16-2.

Anyways, I am into the second of the two games now, so we’ll see if Coach Cal can pull this win off with some of his guys out sick, but again very surreal night of basketball…it happens. Hope everyone is having a good beginning of the week!

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It’s Friday! With CF…

As I sit here it’s Friday afternoon December 16th, it’s about 4:00 and I’m finished with all of my tasks, chores, work, etc. for the next few hours I can sit here and mess around on the computer…when I first got onto this site I wasn’t totally sure what I was doing. Now, I realize it’s more of a website, with the ability to blog and connect with people. I am kind of behind the curve when it comes to the “newest social, technological” stuff. I don’t have an Instagram, or snapchat. I’m always a little late to the party, and eventually I’ll probably have all the social media apps…as of now I’m just on Facebook, I used to have a MySpace (I know old school as hell!) lol. So, starting this site was a new experience for me, but I like it, I enjoy the ability to share my story and I’ve already created a couple of blog posts, this being the latest. Back in the day I could easily feel my way around a computer or the latest game system or gadget just fine. Now, I feel like an old man, I don’t know how half of this stuff works and it’s funny to see the circle come around fully. Again, it’s Friday afternoon, and I’ve got a few hours I can use on something I wouldn’t normally, so I’m gonna shoot the shizznit so to speak.

It got really cold here in GA in the last couple days, like way cold! When the weather changes like this it reminds me of being back at Southern waiting to come home for Christmas break, or already being home. Going out with friends, partying, etc. was part of what I enjoyed about this time of the year. As I sit here writing and thinking I havent been “out partying” in a long time. Now I will go out occasionally, but not like I used to. My body just can’t handle that stupid stuff anymore, nor do I have the desire to do so, guess I grew out of it…lol. The funny thing I have noticed as the years go on is the way I portray myself or the way I wish to be portrayed. I don’t desire the party life anymore, or to be the life of the party, and it’s a good thing because my body isn’t made for that kind of life. Also, I realize how much dumb stuff I got away with doing that I definitely wouldn’t get away with now, especially being that the CF has reared its nasty head into my life pretty intensely in the past several years. Due to my health I try to look at things from a positive POV as opposed to a negative being that I deal with so much negative already on a regular basis. I enjoy the fact that I had those experiences and the person it made me is much more capable, my mental fortitude is leaps and bounds over what it used to be, and I’m just more experienced in this thing we call life. However, sitting here with nothing to do does allow me to stroll down memory lane…bringing up some great memories, but also some bad ones.

Let’s go back a few years…2005-2009 era. I was a recent high school graduate who was in pretty good shape physically and mentally. I had a really bad experience with a doctor around then that i’ll write about another time. So, back to the portrayal of my Cystic Fibrosis towards the outside world. I didn’t want people to automatically associate me with being a “sick person” so I didn’t let that stuff show, except to a small percentage of my close friends, maybe my roommate’s really knew, my really close friends, and my immediate family. Other than that you wouldn’t know I had a problem in the world, and that’s the way I liked it. I worked out religiously, was actually pretty jacked, tanned every other day, and was out at the bars Thurs-Sat like everyone else. Hitting on smokin’ sorority girls and getting into trouble with my fraternity brothers, it was great! However, the next day i’d be puking my guts out sick as a dog while all my buddies were up and maybe a bit hung over but nothing in the realm of what kind of hell I was bogging through, i’ll just say I was an idiot and did some unintelligent things. I was young, naive, and invincible…or so I thought. For instance, Friday I had no classes, so after we were ok from the night before we’d all get together. We usually got together at mine or my pledge brother’s house, as our house was by far one of the coolest houses in Statesboro, with a pool in the backyard, a sick ass wrap around back porch, and even what we called the “tiki hut” which was a small shed we used to store stuff, it even had a service window which made it amazing for parties. It also housed the majority of our outside entertainment: golf clubs, pool toys, frisbees, footballs, etc. It was also where we kept our outside music system so we didn’t have to worry about it getting wet. It truly was one of the coolest setups i’ve ever seen, especially in Statesboro. So, after we all got showered and swagged out we’d all meet at the house to park for the night and start our shenanigans. I’d say on a normal night there’d be anywhere from 3-10 of us pregaming at one house or another. We were kind of known as the party fraternity, we were one of the first fraternities on greek row and we had a reputation: girls either hated us or loved us…there wasn’t much in between. But, I will say it was because we were pretty crazy, we used to say “don’t threaten me with a good time.” Anyways…once we’d figure our plans for the night we’d get ready and then go HAM…it was all about how much fun we could have, how much partying we could do, and how many girls we could get to go dirt road ridin’ with us. So, we’d get a driver to pick all of us up, and take us where we were going for the night, or where we’d start the night. It was purely about hedonistic, balls out, badass fun. Every second of it was a great experience, and we all were brothers to the core. This was our routine basically every week starting on Thursday after classes let out.

Anyways, in doing all of this I was doing two things mainly: trying to enjoy every second I could (I was totally aware at some point my health would start deteriorating) and trying to hide what symptoms i did show of the CF like my cough, spitting, going to the bathroom more frequently, etc. But, i did a pretty good job of camouflaging this stuff for a good long while. Actually, I was more prone to over compensate based on the CF, so It was easier to hide my problems if I was at my house, or a friend’s house, as compared to going to the bars…but, when i went to the bars i overcompensated even more, it was bad. So, to shorten a really long story…I overcompensated by being super macho, and overdoing things to show that my CF didn’t have any bearing on what I did or who I was. It was a great lie that I told the whole world, and sometimes even myself. I have some of the best memories from those times, I also have some times I can’t remember entirely, and some of the worst times of my life all rolled into one college experience. I wouldn’t take it back, because it made me who I am today, however, if I had a time machine I would definitely do some things a bit differently…to say the least. LOL

This post kind of took several off shoots and different storylines, I may go back and clean it up a bit, but the point of this website, and blog is to show you the unfiltered life of someone with Cystic Fibrosis, not just the good, or just the bad, but an entire picture…with as many details as I can remember. Wow, as I sit here having insane trips down memory lane, looking through pictures, reading stories, posts, notes, and old messages it is enveloping me in the life I used to live. It gives me mixed feelings, as I wish I could be young again. Like everyone says when you’re a kid you want to be an adult, but when we grow up all we want is one last run as “kids.” So, I may tweak this later, but it’s Friday…i’m going to make some grub and relax my body/brain from a draining and grueling week. Enjoy your weekend, enjoy life, and thanks for taking that trip down memory lane with me!