I’ve still been working out every morning because even though it’s hard, it seems to have improved my energy level and can only help my lung capacity. But I missed my workout today because I needed to have some more tests run.
First, I went to the lab that’s in the same building as my doctor’s office to have my sodium re-tested. Since I was wondering if I’d land back in the hospital over the weekend, I asked the phlebotomist when my results would be back. He said the doctor hadn’t put a rush on them, so he may not get them until Monday. I guess that means he wasn’t too concerned, and I was glad to be able to spend the weekend at home.
While at the doctor’s office, I picked up two big jugs of barium that I had to drink before going for my CT scan in the afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t horribly disgusting, so I managed to get it all down before my test.
When I got into the room where they were going to do the CT scan, they gave me yet another cup of barium to drink down. So, bottoms up. Then the tech put an IV in my arm, which was probably no easy task since the hospital had already spent four days using me as a pin cushion and I had had blood drawn that morning. But the guy was a pro, so it didn’t hurt much.
Going into the CT scanner felt a bit surreal. I’ve had a CT scan before, but never right after a doctor told me I might have lung cancer. So I felt like I was in one of those sappy Halmark movies where you see a poor sick person going through a barrage of medical testing and you know when she’s done she’ll be diagnosed with a horrible illness. Let’s hope that’s not the case this time.
I feel a little bit better today. Maybe because I’m actually accomplishing something instead of just waiting. But now I’ll be on pins and needles waiting for the results at my doctor’s appointment on Monday.
Until I know for sure what’s going on, I’m sticking with happy pictures for my posts.