Back up in San Francisco this week, the first appointment of the day was at 7:15 AM, this on a fresh change of the clocks.... so zero dark thirty. A walk to the bus/tram stop for a ride to the Mt Zion medical center where all of the poking, prodding, and exams happen.
Reporting to the physician/principle investigator today that the fluid accumulating in the rogue lung appears to continually be less and less: he like us, seemed cautiously optimistic. Had the tube dislodged, did it clog, etc. Showing him a picture of the last fluid drained, it was a much lighter pink than beet red... so what's that mean?! Exactly! We're not doctors...
...but wait, he is! He said he's "really really pleased, these are good signals". He did add that the CT in a couple of weeks will paint a much better picture. (typical doctor I think... always have to leave an 'out'... I'd likely do the same thing so understandable, but still appears promising!)
Reporting to the physician/principle investigator today that the fluid accumulating in the rogue lung appears to continually be less and less: he like us, seemed cautiously optimistic. Had the tube dislodged, did it clog, etc. Showing him a picture of the last fluid drained, it was a much lighter pink than beet red... so what's that mean?! Exactly! We're not doctors...
...but wait, he is! He said he's "really really pleased, these are good signals". He did add that the CT in a couple of weeks will paint a much better picture. (typical doctor I think... always have to leave an 'out'... I'd likely do the same thing so understandable, but still appears promising!)
 After a much deserved nap, off to Fisherman's Wharf for the evening. Wandering in to a card shop, she found this. "Falling down is part of life... getting back up is living". |  The doctor isn't concerned about her her post-pneumonia cough. He said a nasty bout of pneumonia is like Hurricane Katrina. A really really bad storm for a few days, then a long time for repairs. All things considered, it was a good trip!!! |
