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2nd First Webcam Video

A few things are obviousemente from this video: a) I am having fun with the options on my webcam b) I look less shitty tonight than I did last night c) I adjusted my volume settings so you can hear me d) The voice/visual still seem slightly off. Is it me, or is the audio ahead of the video? Pls respond. e) I miss teaching little kids who actually enjoy my desire to pantomime most words as I speak them (see below). Goodnight!

New Webcam!! And a shout-out to Piper and Ronnie and Cystic Lady!

Ain't: a random poest* per request from KR...

Ain't ain't a word that rhymes with Christmas. Ain't ain't a word that goes along. Ain't ain't a word to say for holiday jingles because Ain't ain't a word to sing in song. I ain't sure what the new year will bring me. I ain't sure what it'll bring to you. I ain't sure that this poem can fit under your tree because I ain't sure that this poem will do. see? it only SORTA works. Love, CG/MEP *purposefully misspelling.

Light One Candle

It is just after midnight on Christmas and I don't have much to say, I am so tired! But, the night before Christmas is just my favorite night of the whole year. So much excitement, magic, and love. I hope I feel just like this on the night of my transplant. More tomorrow! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

So This Is Christmas!!

So much news. My CysticFamily is here visit and so wahooo! Much fun awaits. I heard back from my surgeons and team in regards to the questions I posted. In fact, I received 4 responses, one from my surgeon, two from other physicians on the transplant team, and one from the social worker. I was very glad that they took the time to each email me back. It really put me at ease to know that they were listening to my concerns. Here are the two most informative responses: RESPONSE 1: [CysticGal], Let's see what I can answer for you. [Question: What invasive procedures are done during pre-op while I will be lucid/awake?] 1. Most of the invasive procedures are done with you asleep. [Q: I am using the recommended book, _Prepare for Surgery: Heal Faster_. I made my healing statements and will bring them. Will I have time to tell the anesthesiologist about them? Can I also bring them for the ICU nurses? 2. People will in fact respect your requests for healing statements. Bring then wi

The Upside of Being "Data"

The New York Times has a great article, which you can read by googling "new york times cystic fibrosis" (The code link that I wrote in is no longer working) , that discusses the CF patient registry and its impact on the treatment of CF. This month I wrote a poem that was sort of themed around feeling like a piece of "data" at the clinic, and it started some lively discussion on- and off-blog and twitter. This article explains the upside of all that data collecting, reviewing and discussing! More later... CG

What's Goin' O-On!

I haven't written a post in oh so many days so here I am writing this one, and it ain't even a poem! OH NOS! I will perhaps write a poem later today. It snowed here, so ... you know...lots of indoor activities abound. Not that I get out a lot anyway. So the news around here is that there ain't no news. I'm not sure why I talk with a twang in my blog and not in real life, btw. Ain't ain't a word I usually say. Anyhow.... a day in the life of CysticGal is such that I decided to start to email my surgeons because I am so worried sometimes that they forgot all about me, even though of course they cannot forget about me because UNOS is there to tell them when they find the lungs that are for me. But I have this nagging feeling, which Dr. UBird^ tells me is not uncommon, that my tx team has forgotten all about me since my tx evaluation was so rushed while I was so illlllllllll in the fall. I did not get to know them though they got to know me - though I can't reme

FOUR: Dinner-Time Discusssions

[removed by CG, but included in my new chapbook!]

What Are Your Poems About, Lady?

I've had a couple of emails over the last few days that ask me about the poems, so I thought I'd take a second to reflect on writing in general and why I write in the forms that I write in. First of all, the poems are not about you. Or you or you or you or your mother or your husband or your doctor or your blog or your email or etc. My poems are only about the very words that are in there. If I wanted to just say something outright about me or my feelings or my friendships, I certainly would just try to say it, or like every other good American, I would just pine on it for days and get a migraine. :) Poems, for me, are about all sorts of experiences and ideas and feelings and observations all mish-mashed-platoonked together and zoopled out into their form. When someone asks, "Is that poem about..." my answer is usually "um . . . maybe. I guess so, well, not really . . . I don't know." I just wrote a poem that some could read literally and think it was ab

Twitter it Up

Tweet you! This is your formal invitation to follow me, @cysticgal, on twitter! I bring this announcement to you because tonight the Tweet Cystic Fibrosis (#CysticFibrosis) community is heating up about the episode of "Mercy" on NBC. What do you think? Here is what I think... "Hopes no one watched "mercy" cuz its CF depiction was super fake, but maybe good to even have CF on tv. i am a woman of two minds. oh and also i didn't watch it, after 5 mins I was like, super stressed by it and its fake-ness. blood transfusion to treat lung infection?eh? down to 2L from 3L lung vol?What alien lungs does that kid have?" The other tweets, you can read to the right or by loggin' onto Twitter, today!!

Three: Afternoon Assessment

[removed by CG, but included in my new chapbook!]

First Snowfall of the Bloggy

Lately I've been too tired to keep up with my original back in the day goal of one post per day, so I'm going to try to remedy that by writing some darn thing on here during my nebulizers. In theory, this should provide at least 1 and 1/2 hours of bloggy time per day, though of course I won't spend the whole time writing. I'll also be visiting my bloggy community members. This week has been pretty good. I've been increasing my exercise at pulmonary rehab, which has also increased my need to nap and rest :) - it's been kickin my ass!! The past few days, I've been having some "deSATs" or oxygen desaturation- around the house, so Dr. U-Bird is going to write me a prescription for some steroids, which the tx (transplant) team okayed at our last appt. I sure do love abbreviations, or should I say abbrevs., today, 2day. It snowed here, not much but enough for it to be enjoyable. I am going to try to write ten poems on CG. I only have two so far lately. I

Two: Morning Emoticons

[This poest has been deleted but included in my chapbook, "Unto the East."]

One: Sunset Sing-Along

[I deleted this poest because it is included in my chapbook, "Unto the East." However, the very hilarious original ending is worth keeping up: love or money in the end, plus their pride on a long journey home. I win only one of those though you could guess which it is - score one for me. ***** ** I do not like the end of this poem but it's kinda funny so good enough for me to post... goodnight, and K-Poet, I hope you're happy! :) -CG**

daily daily cha cha cha

I'm going to try to get back into the habit of daily posts even if I think that I don't have a lot to say and even though my energy level is poo poo pooey lately. I had a great thanksgiving and even enjoyed a tiny day of beauty with my mom on saturday. We got manicures and went for pizza and bought a sweater for my cat B-Kitty who is always Cold because she is Old. I wonder if I haven't been doing as many free flowing posts because now I know that a lot more people that I actually KNOW in real life are reading my blog. I had 600 unique readers last week and 200 of them were NEW. Holy pajoly, that's a whole lot of new readers. But then again if they're here reading it means they want to know what I'm thinking even if I'm thinking random thoughts. I'm getting more and more ready for the tx everyday. I've been practicing the relaxation rituals and plug in my ipod every night so I can bring my songs with me to the hospital. I'm getting sick of waitin

Pic of the Day

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Number one reason that being at home is better than being in the hospital. More later...

Cluck Cluck Says the TBird

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Ho Ho Ho! Merry . . . Thanksgiving! 2 lists: My personal Top Ten List of Things to be Thankful For, and My CF List of Things to be Thankful For Ten Things I'm Thankful for This Thanksgiving: 1. My family! They are truly always there for me. When I need them, they literally come running, flying, driving to get to me. My Dad would move a mountain to help me and my mom would beat up a WWF wrestler with her bare hands if she thought is was necessary for my health. My brother and sister are the best humans on the planet and accept me in all my different ways of being. 2. My friends! I am blessed to have a lot of friends. I am even further blessed to have a handful of friends that I feel so close to, I feel that they are family. I have been directed toward people who fit with me, and I seem to fit with them, from the moment I meet them. 3. My cats! I don't care who thinks it's silly, my cat Beckett has been by my side for 10 years. She has often been the only one with me in so

Newsflash!

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NEWSFLASH! "Cystic Gal" named number 9 of " 100 Inspiring Blogs for People Affected by Chronic Illness " by The Latest Advancements in Medical Technology and Healthcare As far as I can tell, this site is kinda random. But I'm glad to be mentioned!! WOOT WOOT! Also, my CO2 is back to my baseline of the low 70's so some BiPap relief is in sight. Also, a good follow up meeting with the tx team today. More waiting...nothing's changed...I'm still super sick but doing well. Ha? More turkey-related-news tomorrow! GOODNIGHT! CG

You Had Me At Hello

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I'm just writing tonight to say hi and touch base with the readers and real life friends/ family /supporters. Things are going well here. I spent 5-7 extra hours/day on the BiPap than my normal 9 hours of sleeping, for Friday through today, Monday. I'm going to try to keep it up until they repeat my VBG on Wednesday to check my CO2 levels. I hope they go down after all this! If not, I'll be really sad and blue/ angry and red. Ha? Spending this much time on the bipap gives me a lot of time to sleep or think. It's awkward to do most anything else for too long on the biPap . I am typing while on it now, but the weird one-eye-at-a-time vision will get old by the end of this screen shot. I am getting more and more emotionally ready for the transplant, I think that's good. I've started to have some sort of dysfunctional thinking like, "Maybe if I stop swearing, I'll get my lungs tonight!" (bargaining, they call it). More than anything, I want the sur

Health Update and Fun for BiPap Use

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Weird Greek Model Style Porcelain Man Wearing A BiPap Mask . Perhaps he has CF and high CO2 So things were sorta complicated this week, as I had two good sessions at Physical Therapy and was doing a good job of home exercise and meds and all that, as well. Now, remember that when I was in the hospital in October, I ended up in the hospital because of hypercapnia , or high carbon dioxide levels, that were causing me to have severe headaches, delusional and illogical thinking, and a desire to sleep all the time (which compounded the problem). Eventually, this caused acute respiratory failure and I had to spend 5 days in the ICU reducing my CO2 levels using a BiPap machine, or assisted ventilation, to help me breathe more deeply and also clear my "used" air completely so that my CO2 levels would lower. I have continued to use the BiPap machine at home. Okay- so then this Thursday, at Physical Therapy, I started to get the CO2 headache during exercise. The headache is a ver

Vid with Me and S-Artee

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Watch this video by clicking HERE !

Updates, Streams of Consciousness, and Open Letter to All You Peeps- OH MY!

Hey everyone, So I've been out of the hospital about a week and a half. That seems crazy to write and I even had to say to CysticMommy, "Really only a week and a half?" - so much and yet, nothing at all has really happened. Here are the deets: The first weekend home, one of my oldest friends C-viddie^ made the long journey from our hometown to see me. This was only one day after I got out of being in the hospital for a month, so he was thrown right into the world of IV meds, nap-taking, BiPap wearing, and generally energy-less activities. Even so, we boldly went to see Where the Wild Things Are , which I really enjoyed! It is right up my drama-teacher-ally and I love the book. It was a puppetty-muppetty good time. But exhausting!! The rest of the weekend was quiet and we had a good time. He is one of my closest pals and I felt very thankful to have him come see me before my transplant. I canNOT wait to see him after. Then next week I was able to stop my IVs because it ha

Weekend Fun: Tips for Dance Parties

Why It's Great to Have a Parent's Help

Many of us Cysters and Fibros grow into adulthood, and then find a time in life where we must rely upon our parents to take care of us. This can take an adjustment for both parent and adult child, but when necessity creates this situation, it is overwhelmingly a relief by the time it begins. For those of you finding a time in life when you need a little help from mom and dad, I offer you this top ten list to urge you to go ahead and accept some parental help. Top Ten Quotes of Cystic Mommy When Caring for Cystic Gal 1. "Okay- your laundry is out. of. control." Let's face it, you haven't done laundry in a long long time. Parents have a healthy obsession with laundry and will make short work of your stinky pile. 2. " Mmm . Doesn't this look gooood ?" It's much easier to pack on the pounds if someone else is setting food down in front of you and pretending it is the best thing ever. 3. "We can watch whatever, I'm not really paying attention.&

I Bet You Think This [Blog] Is About You

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*in the post below, the name Jerkface has been used to substitute the identities of four different individuals. So I have this problem. Every time that I deal with romance on this blog, all of my exes think I'm writing about them. Which is weeeird because a) I have a very detailed disclaimer dealing with this issue and b) I have written very little about romance on this blog and even put CysticLady to the task of covering romance during her guest posts (also because she is a romance-maniac right now). I got this email the other day that accused me of being all angry at one of my exes, which is weird, because, you know, I've had bigger fish to fry these last six months, you know? Not once sitting down in the ICU trying to figure out how to get from one end of the bed to the other without my oxygen dropping to 70, did I think, "Oh I am so angry at that man!", nor when being checked for hypoxia and struggling to pick out the commonalities between an apple and an orang

Breathe in Peace, Lauren

Tonight's second post is to share that one of our bloggy friends Lauren has passed away. http://livingwellwithcf.blogspot.com/ I write this with a heavy heart. Heavier still because Lauren was my age, and as I read through her recent posts, she was was going through some of the same challenges that I have faced in these past few months while trying to get on the list. All of our prayers to Lauren's family and peace up to her in heaven. Now Lauren can breathe freely. Love, CG

Hospital Haircut!

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If you're in the hospital and feelin' sorta frumpy, try getting a haircut! I've been here for a month, and before that, I had only been out a few weeks! I feel like I've been here since August and my hair was suffering! Until today, I got a hairstylist from a shop in the hospital's neighborhood to come to my room and spruce up my 'do: Word on the street is I might get out of the hospital tomorrow! YAY! I will start a pulmonary rehab program next week, and spend some much needed time at home with my cats and my Mom while wait to get the call to come back in for transplant surgery!! I hope it comes soon! More soon, CG

Congratulations Team Cystic Gal!!

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This is the beautiful quilt I won :) CONGRATULATIONS TO TEAM CYSTIC GAL! YOU RAISED THE MOST MONEY IN THE "UNLEASH YOUR STORY" EVENT FOR THE CYSTIC FIBROSIS FOUNDATION! Thank you to all those who donated, on the team and individually! You are awesome, and YOU helped to cure Cystic Fibrosis, one dollar at a time! Love, CG Use tonight's bloggy time to explore other areas of the blog such as labels, tweets, and the archive :)

Thoughts I Wanna Get Down Before I Forget Em:

Being in this stage of illness is so strange. There are a lot of adjectives that go along with it. This stage of illness is sad, and maddening, and overwhelming- but most of the time for me, it is just slow, and strange. I know that I have moved very quickly from "severe lung disease" to "end-stage lung disease."Every article I read about my symptoms is about "end-stage" lung diseases. I wait for a transplant because without one I will not live. On the one hand, I logically understand that. But it wasn't until this month in the hospital that I got any experience with this word, "dieing" as it pertained to me and the body I live in now. What I know now about my point of view the weekend prior to going into the hospital is that I was already extremely hypoxic . So in addition to the lapses of logic that come along with feeling extremely ill, and not being able to breathe, my thoughts were actually altered. I remember sitting around my house in

CysticGal and CysticLady: Twinsies of Evening Wear

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I bet you all wonder what CysticGal and CysticLady do with all their evening time . . . Well, here it is! Glamorous! CysticGal, toweley at the hospital. CysticLady, toweley at home. Goodnight! Spend your bloggy time tonight exploring other parts of the blog- perhaps the archive, or the labels section, or get on twitter. Everybody's doin' it! Love, CG

You Can't Touch This: Schkeev!

Attention many new readers, in case you haven't read the disclaimers, the below post contains bad language in the original spirit of the original CysticGal blog: ) Also, want to read some funny current thoughts by CG and often to CysticLady (my sister), read the tweets to the right! **************************** The thing I hate the most about being in the hospital is all the excessive touching. I don't mean the doctors listening to your lungs. I don't mean the blood draws. I don't even mean the surgeries. I mean the other types of touching that you are subjecting to and cannot get out of without literally batting someone away or being a total biotch . There is this one respiratory therapist that is actually quite good at his/her job. I'll call him/her Respie . Respie is jovial, friendly, and quiet when I don't want to talk, but happy to converse if I'm for it, while we PT. S/he works around my snarky approach to the hospital scheduling. S/he is one of the

Quickie post

I don't have the energy to post all the update but just wanted to say hello. Things are progressing every day. A little better and a little closer to transplant. Still in the hospital. Don't know if I want to go home or not. Don't know if they want me to go home or not. A little sick of hearing every one say, "Obviously we don't expect you to make much improvement, but [insert thing they want me to accomplish anyway, even though they just told me I won't be able to do it.]" But f that, I say. I walked for 10 minutes today and did not have a deep de-sat until I stopped walking. Down to 8L exercising, 4.5L resting. Did my will and my power of attorney and all sorts of my "bidness" with my parents over the past few days. Preparing for surgery. Making a music list to push on the surgeon because word on the street is, "He's into that." Still enjoying Florence Nightingale Syndrome , hoping to further develop it for Tx team. Still enjoying

Guest Blog by CysticLady: Update on CysticGal III

I just got off the phone with CysticGal.  She wanted me to post an update.  I will also try to explain what happened last week that led up to her stay in ICU.  We were all very worried, especially her, and at the time I wasn't sure what I should and shouldn't write based on my speculations of what was happening from nearly 1,000 miles away. I'm going to begin with a little history on myself, from the weeks prior to my lung transplant in 2003.  Three weeks prior to my transplant I went into respiratory failure .  Now, this can happen for a few reasons.  I had Type 2 respiratory failure which is characterized by both high carbon dioxide levels and low oxygen levels (and low pH, but I won't get into that).  This was hands down the scariest time of my life, not only because it was nearly impossible to breath, but also because I was told that at that point I was too sick to receive a lung transplant.  The most simple explanation I know of is, that during normal respirati

I Did Not Notice the Passers-by, And They Did Not Notice Me.

Dear CG Readers, I was having such difficulty deciding how to communicate with you again as everything unfolded over the past week and a half. I decided to make my Newsflash! to get the word out there, and then did not know what to say. (Not something I usually experience;) All I can say, so far, is this: When I got so sick two weeks ago, I spent some time mentally preparing. I thought I was prepared to come into the hospital, and to get better so that I could continue my journey to transplant. my transplant if I had to, to stay well. I never thought that things would get so much worse before my transplant. I thought my health would get a little better before the transplant. Now, my biggest hope is that my health stays just the same. I will look at every day of slight improvement or plateau as a victory. I am no longer demanding leaps and bounds, they could lead to setback. I am demanding one day at a time of same or a little bit more manageable . (More to come in later posts...) Ther

The 2nd Most Important NEWSFLASH!

First, release your worries, CGers! I am out of ICU as of last night. I have a long, or short, road a-ho, but I am out of ICU and glad to me after much initial trepidation. Second, contain your cheers, CGers! I am on the transplant list!! Yahoo! I cannot wait to tell you all about it in my next post.

Guest Blog by CysticLady: Update on CysticGal II

Tonight I got calls from CysticDad and CysticMommy saying that they are moving CysticGal to the ICU.  She's just not breathing very well.  She had some Solu-Medrol®  at 6:00 PM.  I hope that helps her a lot, it helped me a lot when I was in the same situation.  Hopefully she will do better with the kind of one-on-one care that you receive in the unit.  Initially I think we all had some panic, but I think we are all better now.  CysticMommy will spend the night with her tonight.  CysticDad already had a flight to Boston tomorrow. More updates tomorrow.  Thank you all for your support and prayers for our little CysticGal.

It's Me

Yo world, It's CG here, it's really me! I have had a long day and am waiting on the nurse to start my evening IV, so must stay up 30 more minutes. Blah. Today I thought of writing the blog in all sorts of ways: Cynical CG Blog: What did you do today, CG? Try to breath. Silly CG Blog: What did you do today, CG? Spend time with my mommy. Cranky CG Blog: What did you do today? Be annoyed at the P.A. who [omitted personal info that would make him/her feel bad]- and who is also generally blah. Medical Jargon CG: . . . DUDE! My totally on-the-verge-of-being-witty-n-hilarious blog just got interrupted by the Respiratory Therapist hooking up my BiPap who decided to entertain me with ALL, I repeat, ALL of the following voices: Johnny Cash Elvis Dracula Vampires in general? Count Chocula and would you believe it... Julie Andrews? While entertaining for a bit, this turned a 2 minute night-time errand into a 20 minute song and dance. This is just the sort of thing that a CG does not li

Guest Blog by CysticLady: Update on CysticGal

CysticGal went into the hospital on Monday.  Yesterday's ABG  showed very high pCO2, or carbon dioxide level.  They made arrangements for her to be on BiPAP  at least when sleeping. This morning, CysticGal had a heart catheterization , as part of her transplant workup.  I think she did well during the procedure.  Afterward you have to lay down still for eight hours or so in order to let the wound heal and reduce the risk of blood clots.  She was pretty sleepy all day and also wore the BiPAP.  We are hoping that the CO2 level comes down. We are very thankful for T^Money for going to the hospital and being there when CysticGal woke up.  She also kept her family up to date.  What a super friend!  When CysticGal first entered the hospital on Monday, we anticipated that she would be there a few days, get hydrated and get back out.  Now that the CO2 retention has reared his ugly head, we don't really know how long she will be locked up.  Please send warm and fuzzy thoughts th

Guest Blog by CysticLady: CF and Relationships Part II

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Let me thank you for the nice comments on my first guest blog on Cystic Gal.  I am also grateful to be able to have a forum to share these experiences. As such, I thought I'd write a follow-up.  There is another side to this story.  I will attempt to tell my version of it without using too many cliche's, but it may be hard because love is the most written and talked about topic in the history of the world. Love is a wonderful part of life.  I think I can go so far as to say, it is the reason for life.  It is indeed a real shame to go through such lengths as a lung transplant to continue living, to then deny yourself the chance for love.  The same way that I weighed the risks vs. rewards of a lung transplant, is the way that I have to weigh the risks vs. rewards of love. I have said before that I'd do everything again, the whole year of dying, the surgery, the recovery, for just one of those days after transplant that I didn't have to think about breathing.  Not

Guest Blog by CysticLady: CF and Relationships

I knew this day would come where I would post here, and I've had this idea percolating; however, I don't think that now, or any time in the near future will I know how to handle relationships and CF. A bit of history: I was married once.  We dated four years prior to our marriage and were married for six.  Around year four of the marriage was my lung transplant.  Before we were married I felt I had properly vetted the husband for many types of health issues.  He'd seen the gross hemoptysis, spent lots of nights in the hospital, changed a port needle, put the nebbies together.  Still, things fell apart in a complete and unsalvageable way in the two year period consisting of the year before transplant where I was dying all year, and the year after transplant where I was recovering all year.  I think all the time really, what was it all about?  It was no secret I was sick, it was no secret that I'd eventually need a lung transplant.  I know for sure that the transpla

Back In the Saddle Again

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Back in the hospital again I offer you the best sort of post that there is to post which is of course the post of stream of consciousness post post post postable I am back in the hospital after a weekend of feeling very short of breath very short of breath indeed more short of breath than I ever have felt in my whole life long over and over again on the couch short of breath collapsing on the bed short of breath laying on the kitchen floor sitting down time for a rest in the bathroom leaning over the sink just to brush the teeth I am short short short of breath which really means I am gasping or drowning or both trying to catch your breath when you have no room left to breath is just sort of . . . dot dot dot useless as a metaphor. you cannot catch something that doesn't exist is what I'm trying to say how can you catch your breath catch air out of the air and put it into your lungs where there is no room for it anyway that's like trying to catch an elephant in your drivewa

Statcounter! Good Work CG Community!

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5,448 Unique Visitors EVER, and 419 Readers this week! YAY! Awesome!! There have been some really great STATs lately but I haven't had time to post 'em. Below is the recent weekly total, and I will copy the search words just below it, to see how many Florence Nightingale searchers I am still confusing . . . (drum roll please, as I toggle over to see . . . ) 25% of CG readers are looking for info on Florence Nightingale Syndrome!! HAHAHAAHHAHA! Even WEIRDER, some one is just looking for "CLOWNS CYSTIC FIBROSIS." Ironically, someone is looking for "cystic lady blog", but little known fact: Cystic Lady is terrified of CLOWNS! And there she is, listed right below them. Coincidence? I think not! Enjoy! CG << 25.00% florence nightingale syndrome 6 25.00% cystic gal 3 12.50% cysticgal.blogspot.com 2 8.33% CLOWNS CYSTIC FIBROSIS < Page Loads Unique Visitors First Time Visitors Returning Visitors Total 11,313 5,448 2,975 2