Back home
My lungs sounded a little gurgly but my X-ray was fine. The ER doctor talked to my CF doctor on the phone and made an action plan, which is…
Wait and see.
Seems like the bleeding is stopping/clotting. They sent me home with another antibiotic prescription and a cough suppressant (hydrocodone) because the likely cause was excessive coughing (which I had been doing all day and what woke me from sleep).
I hate feeling so fragile.
Chances are this will happen again. And when it does I’ll probably gave to make the trek to Houston and have a bronchoscopy and/or embolization because it is my hunch that it’s the same spot that keeps bleeding.
The prospect of a bronchoscopy terrifies me as much as an embolization. I suppose I’m rather lucky to make it 30 years with these windbags without ever having a bronchoscopy. Having the procedure done doesn’t make me anxious. It’s the prospect of being pretty much awake while it’s happening. I get really tense/anxious. I prefer being totally unconscious for things like that.
Anyway, there is only one 24-hour pharmacy around here and it’s about 20 minutes away. The drive was eerily quiet and peaceful with the roads so empty, which feels really strange in a college town.
Got my drugs. Decided I better have some 4 a.m. breakfast since I’ll likely sleep really late and my stomach is growling. My hydrocodone and strawberry poptart await me…
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icoughbloodandfeelfine said:
I’ve never had a bronchoscopy or an embolization. Neither sound fun in any way. I hope things work out and you end up not having to go for either. Feel better. :-)
katiefizzle said:
The waiting is the worst part … good luck today!
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