Just got back from Dr R’s office. Had to have an EKG done. Señor Pulmonologist thought I should have one. I’m too tired to be witty right now … so nothing but the facts. The EKG was okay. My heart has not been affected … yet. This is good news. Now all I have to do is get through my bronchoscopy and lung biopsy tomorrow.
After I’ve been poked & peaked at … then it’s time to hold our collective breath for a week … figuratively speaking or course. It will take a week to find out the results. Again with this waiting thing! Oye!
So yeah …I’m nervous about what the doctor will find in there. Maybe a white & red 1957 Buick Skylark convertible? Maybe the lost continent of Atlantis? It’s all a toss up at this point. We know there are “infiltrates” …but we don’t know what they are. And tomorrow is the day we find out. Well I’ll find out what he’s willing to tell me, without the biopsy.
So there you have it. Seven AM is the magic hour. Chris will drive me there, then take me home, hopefully, two and a half hours later. They tell me I’ll probably want to just come home & go to sleep. I think I’ll come home and run a marathon … well okay … maybe in my dreams.
Say good night John Boy!