So, now that the apocalypse has been stalled for another couple years …
It’s been a weird few weeks.
Back in September, a routine CT scan of my lungs showed some kind of … something. An infection, most likely (though, after the weird scar tissue thing a few years back, literally everything was on the table). Stanford was concerned enough that they wanted a bronchoscopy, and so we drove out to Palo Alto as soon as we could.
We ended up away from home for the better part of two weeks, due to travel time and some scheduling misadventures, but the good news was the something wasn’t rejection or pneumonia, which had been the top two contenders.
The bad news: I have a Pseudomonas infection. Everyone was a little confused, given that I wasn’t presenting any symptoms (although there was a slight downtick in my PFTs), but that wasn’t going to stop them from proceeding with an abundance of caution: I am now on all the antibiotics.
After getting back to Albuquerque, I had my first PICC line placed in over four years — yay? — and started a course of intravenous Meropenem, along with regular, boring ciprofloxacin pills. There’s also supposed to be some kind of inhaled Tobramycin, but, as of this writing, Cigna is taking their sweet time approving it.
Ironically, the meds have me feeling worse than I did before. Tired and run-down, headachy. But, hey, no more Pseudomonas, though. And I’ve only got one more week of the hard stuff before I’m in the clear.
(I’m also going to drop a link in for COTA here. I am, as of right now, scheduled to go back to Stanford in January, for another CT scan, and then, well, who knows when I’ll have to go back after that. I kind of feel like the once-a-year deal might be off the table. And California isn’t cheap, yo.)
Anyhoozle, that’s been the bulk of the last two months. I’d apologize for being offline, but, man, have you seen social media lately? The internet? The world?! I’ll take antibiotic-induced diarrhea over that any day.