I'm sure you're all sick of hearing me talk about my illnesses, but today it just got even more crazy around here.
The doctor called to have me come back in for a follow-up chest xray. I was going to blow it off because I do feel better, but I do still cough something fierce every now and then. So I went. And now I'm sitting here waiting for them to call me back with a CT scan appointment.
The xray showed that my lungs have not cleared. There is also some little denser spot that he's concerned about. He said there is "scarring." From what he didn't know. I asked him if he thought I may have tuberculosis because when I used to teach I'd fail the TB skin tests. I'd move on to the chest xray, but that was always negative.
He gave me a look that was not the one you want to see when you ask a question like that. He pursed his lips and just nodded slowly.
From there we looked at my xray together, talked about wispy areas, sanitoriums, six month treatments, and chicken farming. It's all jumbled up in my head.
When I left, he said, "Try not to stress about it. Whatever you have is treatable."
So, I'm going to try to hold onto those words as I sit here and wait for them to call me with my appointment date and time.
Tonight is Open House for the ballerinas. I wonder if I should go out and get a mask to wear. Either that or I'll just pin a sign on my chest that reads...
Typhoid Mary is in the house. Approach at you own risk.