Just, general *stuff* and Hammie Cat

Sometimes I find my job a bit....tiresome. I try to keep in mind that I'm lucky to have it but there are days when that is not the thought foremost in my mind. Today is one of them. I have no compelling reason to wish to be elsewhere tonight, but there it is. I need to keep in mind that I don't work hard (most of the time), that I get paid a decent wage and that it's a permanent, full time position with retirement and good health benefits. It's just that some days I handle the stress better than others. Today does not seem to be one of them.

Which brings me to another recent incident. Last week I was having a great deal of difficulty breathing. Now, I'm prone to asthma/bronchitis/allergy related issues and for the past 3 weeks or so that is what I put the cough and shortness of breath down to. However, it's hard to justify that when you are sitting on you assets at work doing nothing. And it's flippin' hard to ignore the fact that you aren't even moving and you have trouble exhaling without triggering a cough. So Wednesday night I decided that I would call the Doc in the morning. I got an appointment for 1:30 pm and in I went. Figured they would find nothing out of the ordinary, would send me home with a script for an inhaler and be done.

I did not account for a through physician. She listened very carefully to my description of what it felt like, listened carefully to my lungs, took a detailed history and decided that she would send me to the ER for an EKG and a lung xray. Goody. The EKG and 65 million tubes of blood all came back negative (thank goodness), but as I was sitting up on the table after the xray I got a quick glimpse of the picture and did a "which one is not like the other" take. The bottom of my right lung was not there. The left lung had the usual outline of a complete lung but the right one had the bottom neatly sliced off in the xray. Uh oh.....now...obviously I am still here so the bottom of the lung must be there but when the ER Doc came in he said "all the bloodwork and EKG came back normal, but the xray showed a mass in the bottom of your right lung, so the next step is a cat scan". Okee dokee.....I'd never had one of them before so when questioned if I had ever had an allergic reaction to shellfish and answered "yes" they also decided they had better be pro-active, in case I reacted to the iodine based dye, and gave me some Benedryl IV. What wonderful stuf....*thunk* and I'm nearly out like a light. Turns out that my diaphragm on that side is lifted up. They don't know why, all the organs that might be pushing up on it, are where they are supposed to be, look to be normal sized and normal shaped but there you have it. So....I got sent home with 'script for a blister pack of oral steroids and an inhalter with orders to follow up with my regular Doc which I did this week. Except because of the Benedryl, I can't drive now so the Childrens must come and get the Jeep and the Momma. *insert snore* from the benedry. Slept like a baby!

I followed up with my regular Doc this week and since I was feeling MUCH better she decided to take a "wait and see" attitude for a month or so, after extracting a promise from me that if I went downhill again I'd make an appointment immediately. I solemnly promised to do so and got another appointment for the beginning of next month. Anyone else ever have weird stuff like this happen to them?