Monday, May 26, 2008


I went to the pub last night and saw a person with CF, on oxygen, tables away from me. In hindsight, I don't know why I wasn't totally freaked out thinking 'OMG, infection control, I don't know what bugs HE has, I hope he doesn't cough' as I'm a little bit paranoid sometimes. And not much of a 'cf' mixer at the best of times. But I wasn't.

I walked past him and I heard that familiar voice, where the end of the sentences are really forced out like the person is winded or something. Interestingly, what he said when I walked by was 'I always wear shorts in the hospital'.