TMI

I think I call this "finally friday" today. What a crazy week, taken as a whole or day by day. Yesterday I headed to the clinic bright and early to get a CT Scan before seeing a provider. Scan was uneventful but when we got to the 3rd floor, they practically had admission orders when we walked in the door. They read the scan and the lungs were worse; more fluid under my right lung. My color was awful.

So they drew blood and sent me off to the hospital, Room 4101. I was really grateful that Robbie did laundry Wednesday night. Wednesday's clinic visit was spent mostly in debate about going back into the hospital or going home.

Dr. Aljitawi was making rounds at the hospital and he said "you shouldn't be here. The scan is better." The Pulmonary doctor wouldn't even come in my room. Various respiratory therapists came and went through the day, each one imparting some bit of information that I'm not entirely sure I need to know.

Robbie left to run errands like get me clothes and hospital necessities like real kleenex. Even after Dr. Aljitawi was certain he didn't want me in the hospital, we didn't see any way I was going to get out without spending at least one night. But one should not underestimate Dr. Aljitawi. He had strings to pull that seemed to be unending. The ultimate was a visit from a different pulmonologist who said "you don't need to be here" (along with a ton of other stuff I didn't want to know.)

About 7:30 or 8pm last night we finally got on the road home. Not really any the worse for the wear but I'm sure there are more gray hairs in my bald head.

I slept good. I feel good this morning. Each day, the pain is a little less. Each day I must exercise more which I feel ready to do.

But I am NOT going into the clinic until after noon today. And I am about to call the clinic and make my wishes known.

Cathi