Well, shit.

[lonesomepioneer]

At 4:30 this morning they called and said they had lungs for us. After seven hours at the hospital, involving a bunch of bloodwork and IVs and antibiotics and preparations and information and consent forms and living wills and sitting around waiting (plus the slightly alarming news that the transplant surgery would also involve fixing a hole in Jeremy's heart we didn't know was there until this morning), they said that the right lung was too infected to use and sent us home.

Honest to Pete, a young shopkeeper's heart can only take so much.