Out the other side of angry now.

[agoodwinsmith]

So. Remember the bronchoscopy? I was to phone the doctor's office for a follow up appointment in two weeks.

Called. He's away for two weeks, and he is fully booked until October.

So, I told his reception person my woes about trying to call him at the hospital, and then left the whole problem in her lap.

I completely wash my hands of this. I assume (I know) that if something horrible is going on that someone will let me know before it kills me. I suspect I feel this way because I don't really think something lethal is going on.

In the meantime I am wrestling with a small annoyance. For the three mornings after the procedure I am to cough up whatever is in my lung and spit it into a specially prepared receptacle. There is a receptacle for each morning. My problem is two-fold: I don't have very much to cough up, and I was taught very thoroughly not to spit, so getting the very little I've got into the receptacle almost involves a barf reflex. Oh well. I hope I'm getting something more than just saliva into the little tub.

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[supermouse]

Yuk. *hugs* if wanted.

Best wishes with your bronchs!

[agoodwinsmith]

Thank you. :)