Well, as I was going around trying to clean up and organize a few weeks back, I kept finding Ronnie's medicine and/or treatment paraphernalia. We're talking, empty vials from his albuterol, atrovent, and pulmozyme on the floor (in Ronnie's defense, just missed "shots" into the trash can); neb cups and tubing under my sink and in my shoe organizer; Albuterol and Atrovent packets on the desk; inhalers on shelves; more neb cups and tubing in the closet. After picking up empty vials on my hands and knees and finding several clusters of meds all over the house, I snapped (and again, I use this term loosely, I really didn't get THAT bent out of shape). I told Ronnie that I love his CF, but hate living in a pharmacy. I (probably not so) kindly asked him if he could please make sure all his meds, nebs, and the like made it to the medicine stash in the kitchen.
Needless to say, I still have some adjusting to do when it comes to the CF life. I'm totally fine with the fact that there are tons of medical supplies and medicines in the house, I just don't want them strewn all over every room.
Do you guys ever feel like your house has become one big pharmacy?
**Side Note: We were in the settling in process. Ronnie would have picked up the misplaced items at some point in the near future, so me copping a 'tude was probably not needed.