Well, this is a new one!

I just came back from the doctor's office. My lungs sound nice and clear. I just need to keep up with the antibiotics and the anti-yeast infection drugs (my mouth...yuck!!). I told her that I've been able to reach my "goal" on the little breather thingy I got in the hospital. I need to have an x-ray during the beginning of November to see if my lungs have completely cleared.

So, as I was getting ready to go, the doctor took my hand and said, "You remind me of one of those little toys that you push down in the water and they keep popping right back up." I think that's a compliment!

Yesterday, I had basically the exact opposite comment. I went in for a follow-up mammogram for some suspicious spots the doctor detected 6 months ago. By the way, they look the same, so I just need to go back in another 6 months. Anyway, I had the same tech do the "squeeze machine" from 6 months ago. She said, "Now, you have...pulmonary fib...?" I said, "No, I have pulmonary hypertension." She said, (are you sitting down for this one?) " I just hate those slow, painful...." She didn't actually finish the sentence, but I'm pretty sure she was going to say "deaths." I think I like being a bobbing water toy.

Thanks for reading.

Annette

Oh, by the way, did I ever show you what Haver did to the laundry room wall?


The dog has issues, lots of issues.