The waiting Game

Got through the weekend by hanging out with the kitties and watching Dexter almost non stop. The pulmonologist reviewed the cat scan and didn't think the mass represented cancer, although that has not been ruled out.
He wanted to admit me to the hospital for IV antibiotics but I declined. This is one of the hardest things about being alone. I have to make arrangements for the cats etc. in advance. Instead he agreed to start me on oral antibiotics and I had blood and urine samples taken as an out patient at the hospital. I think he is looking for infectious diseases like Mercer and Legionnaires....God only knows what I have been exposed to this past year in my frequent hospital visits.
I see him again on Friday. Some time this week I need to have another chest x-ray. I also submitted a morning sputum sample to the lab on Saturday and was grateful to find a Beebe Express Lab closer to home that was open.
He expressed emphatically that if I started feeling worse to go to the ER but I am not in any pain or discomfort, just crackly when I breathe. The sputum is generally clear, not thick or discolored. I have no fever, chills or other ailments.
It has occurred to me that the first weekend in May, Jim and I went to our reunion in Baltimore and stayed at the hotel where the dinner was. The Monday after we returned, I became feverish and had a terrible cough and went to see my primary. She prescribed a narcotic cough syrup but was hesitant to give me antibiotics because of my exposure to the C dif that Jim was struggling with. Later in the week when it hadn't improved she did allow me to take a mild antibiotic....it could be that I had something that never fully went away...just sayin'
Sooo...I am trying very hard to stay in the moment and not project into the future. Limboland...