When I got into the cf clinic I was taken aback. Cf patients don't have a doctor. They have doctors. And nurses. And social workers. Aaaand nutritionists. (think country bumpkins in new york, that's the expression I wore....visualize!)
It was so much information that sometimes still, I leave mentally numb from overload. (I have since learned to take notes)
For anyone who has never had one--or those who have--scandiishakes are a weight gain milk shake mix. I'm sure they have other uses or kinds but that is the purpose they served for me.
They are probably one of the most delicious things you'll ever taste. My first visit involved getting prescribed two of those a day and mandatory McDonald's visits. (I was ridiculously excited!) I had to quickly gain weight and nutrients or I wouldn't be alive to enjoy this newfound place and their medical assistance. (49 lbs is not sexy on anyone)
They gave me enzymes. Ultrase. To digest my food, I didn't have any of my own natural made, they couldn't get to my food. So as long as I took eight little pills when I ate I'd be okay. No pain and all the benefits of a good meal. They worked! I shot up like a weed, and grew fast. Must've been right on time.
Expensive too, today they cost about 3000 dollars a month. Yes, I felt bad for my parents too.
It was just the beginning of a long journey ahead.
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