When Kaiser gets things rolling, they roll.
The road to transplant is filled with tests. And needles.
Had 17 X-rays done today (chest and body survey) at the Lakeview facility.
While waiting, I made the appointment for my pulmonary test, got it at 4:45. A bit late, but it worked. While leaving X-ray, they called and asked if I could go up right away, so >BAM<, there I am huffing an puffing into a Rube Goldberg machine. It seems that they just can't go a day without poking me for blood, this time to check my blood gas levels. I knew I had gas, but in the blood? Now I have a good excuse!
Now, after a healthy lunch of hot dogs and Caitlyn's lemonade, I am off to physical therapy.
If they whip out a needle, I am so out of there...