The results are in...
...and I'm apparently sick. That's a no-brainer! I called my doctor's office this morning and asked for a referral to a pulmonologist. At approximately 11:30 I got a call back with the name and number of a pulmonologist in downtown Denver. I called their office, described my problem, and was asked if I could make it tomorrow at 12:30. There were no seconds thoughts, I'm driving to downtown Denver tomorrow afternoon. The receptionist inquired if I could bring in any x-rays and CT scan data from the past year. I didn't object. Any additional information I can provide the specialist would make the diagnosis easier to determine. I made a phone-call to the facility I went to on Saturday and requested the x-rays. They weren't on-site; they were being read by a radiologist. I can pick them up tomorrow morning from the office.
I received a call this evening with the results from the radiologist. Whatever is in my lungs may be pneumonia or bronchitis. It has grown a little since last year and is only occupying the right lung. What worries me is that the radiologist doesn't know what it is and this concerns me greatly. I'll know more tomorrow afternoon and I've got a good feeling I'll be going in for another CT (with contrast), possibly a biopsy, and if I'm really lucky, an MRI. It takes a lot to scare me; I'm scared. My paternal grandfather had a really bad problem with his lungs which eventually killed him, I can only hope and pray that whatever is going on in my lungs isn't like my grandfather's and is something as simple as taking a little magic pill (or a dozen).
RT - 27-AUG-2007: The Humor in Drunk People
Terry and I went out and grabbed lunch around 3. While we were sitting we noticed two men walking out of a sports bar just across the parking lot. One of the men was significantly inebriated as his walking was definitely fluid, he was all arms as he talked, and his friend was trying to keep him standing. They walked, very slowly and with purpose, across the parking lot to their waiting truck. The friend had to help (read as "lift") the inebriated-one into the passenger seat. You could clearly see from within the restaurant the bobbling head, the talking arms, and his friend pushing his head back over to the passenger side of the vehicle.
I have only one question: How can anyone get so drunk by 3pm that they couldn't make it to their own vehicle? There were no football, hockey, or basketball games on at the time. The Colorado Rockies continue to suck and no game was on at the time. What would force this man to be so drunk that standing was a two man ordeal? I'll admit it was so damn funny that Terry and I had to leave the restaurant and follow the truck for a little bit to see if they were going to another bar. They didn't. How depressing.
Tomorrow is the big day. Wish me luck.
I received a call this evening with the results from the radiologist. Whatever is in my lungs may be pneumonia or bronchitis. It has grown a little since last year and is only occupying the right lung. What worries me is that the radiologist doesn't know what it is and this concerns me greatly. I'll know more tomorrow afternoon and I've got a good feeling I'll be going in for another CT (with contrast), possibly a biopsy, and if I'm really lucky, an MRI. It takes a lot to scare me; I'm scared. My paternal grandfather had a really bad problem with his lungs which eventually killed him, I can only hope and pray that whatever is going on in my lungs isn't like my grandfather's and is something as simple as taking a little magic pill (or a dozen).
RT - 27-AUG-2007: The Humor in Drunk People
Terry and I went out and grabbed lunch around 3. While we were sitting we noticed two men walking out of a sports bar just across the parking lot. One of the men was significantly inebriated as his walking was definitely fluid, he was all arms as he talked, and his friend was trying to keep him standing. They walked, very slowly and with purpose, across the parking lot to their waiting truck. The friend had to help (read as "lift") the inebriated-one into the passenger seat. You could clearly see from within the restaurant the bobbling head, the talking arms, and his friend pushing his head back over to the passenger side of the vehicle.
I have only one question: How can anyone get so drunk by 3pm that they couldn't make it to their own vehicle? There were no football, hockey, or basketball games on at the time. The Colorado Rockies continue to suck and no game was on at the time. What would force this man to be so drunk that standing was a two man ordeal? I'll admit it was so damn funny that Terry and I had to leave the restaurant and follow the truck for a little bit to see if they were going to another bar. They didn't. How depressing.
Tomorrow is the big day. Wish me luck.