Just this morning I was wishing I had something exciting to blog about since things have been a bit on the slow side here. Curse the thought. Boring is good--boring is our friend. When will I learn.
Soooo, I was innocently making a late lunch in the kitchen when I coughed and felt an all too familiar flutter in my throat. Yep, my old nemesis hemoptosis (bleeding from my lungs) started. Seriously, I was planning on calling the clinic today to set up an appointment for next week to show them how good I was doing. I haven't been to clinic since October so when I call in for refills , I have to keep promising to make an appointment soon.
Since my lung embolization at the end of 2008, I haven't had any serious bleeding issues--just a few streaks here or there, no biggie. So today's nonsense threw me for an emotional loop. It's been so nice not feeling like there's a time bomb ready to go off in your chest any minute. And I realize that this wasn't nearly as bad as the times that put me in ICU...but it is the principle of the thing. I wanted my lungs to realize that bleeding was no longer an acceptable way of acting out.
Now I got fast-tracked into clinic on Wednesday and I'm sure I will be sporting an iv at the end of it. I know I shouldn't be complaining since last year I would have killed to have gone longer than 2 to 3 weeks between iv's--what I lovingly call the Debacle of 2009. I just wanted my mini-miracle to last a little longer, say like forever maybe. For now I guess I will have to be happy with a round of iv's and then hope for a mini-miracle sequel. That would be a good thing to wish for!