I've made it! Post biopsy I'm alive and well!

PS - RESULTS SHOULD TAKE A WEEK!!!

I woke up happy as a clam. The pulmonologist who did the procedure was totally awesome and super thorough. I liked her quite a lot and feel that I'm in very good hands.

I was put under general anesthesia and it took about 60 minutes (I think). They scraped, imaged, poked, prodded, and sucked. They obtained samples for all kinds of testing and I couldn't be happier. Also, as the doc and I were reviewing the procedure and what it's for, I had to confirm we were going in to look at the lung cancer and she stopped me and said, hey, it can still be a lot of things that's not lung cancer and I've seen all kinds of crazy so don't be so sure it's lung cancer. I am 100% down with optimism and will not disavow anyone from optimism on my behalf!

Into the room I rolled and out like a light I went. All of the drugs that they pumped me full of totally made me super out of it and took a while to wear off. But since I had had nothing to eat since 8pm the night before, I was STARVED and wanted some soothing ice-cream to go down the abused and slightly sore hatch. Shout out to Babes (a Pushkins Gluten Free ice-cream and goodie shop). A three scoop fudge topped waffle cup monstrosity was HEAVEN. And sinful.

The worst part about the recovery this evening is that my voice is a bit horse and everyone wants to hear from me (love you all!) and I can't stop talking because, well, nice to meet you, my name is Karen. Oh, and you have an increased cough for 24-48 hours post op that can produce some blood. Oh, so much fun! Especially since I still had a lingering cough from my head/chest cold 3 weeks ago. Oh, and laughter makes the cough worse and bless my people for sending me funny stuff and making me laugh (triggering a bloody cough). Lesson learned, don't laugh so hard you cough.

And tied for worst part about recovery, that the combo of drugs given included a steroid. Steroids are the high blood sugar nightmare for diabetics. Since I went ham last night having garlic fries for dinner with a milkshake (because why not? I discovered why not for many reasons, see hilarity below); my BG was higher this AM; 190 then down to 156. After/post op????? I didn't test. And not thinking about BG before eating my ice cream (I had nothing for 18 hours!) ... well, I've been rolling deep in blood sugars ranging from 380-421 since then. For those non-diabetics, normal blood sugar is 80-120 and they start talking pre-diabetic when you get as high as 180 after eating. High blood sugars make you super dehydrated so I've been drinking water like it's going out of style. And pumping insulin into my body trying to bring the #'s down, but steroids pretty much just make all insulin ineffective until that 'roid crap is out of your system. In like 24-48 hours. So, nothing with carbs including a delicious gluten free coffee cake your bestie brings over (tears! I did take a small bite).

Tomorrow (TGIF) I'm going on a mani/pedi date with my sister and relaxing. Maybe trying to walk my blood sugar down. Saturday, I have hot plans and Sunday is pretty busy too. So, whatever we find from this procedure today is not killing my vibes. I'm taking it a day at a time and living my life as best I can with my super supportive group.

And lastly, do not, I repeat, do not eat gassy foods, say like garlic french-fries, before you go into a procedure where you will be knocked out and attended to by people who have paid more money than my house to obtain to the ability to work inside your body. Because flatulence. And you have no control to hold that business in while you're knocked out and god forbid your stomach turns delicious garlic into the foulest odor on earth. I apologized for my sins to the doc before she wheeled me in and thankfully this wonderful human being laughed and said that she's dealt with way worse. Next time I have an appointment, I'm going bland food with a dose of gas-x before bed because, OH MY GOD KAREN (said a la Alexis to David on Shitts Creek) - or EWW KAREN (David). All good, I'll be embarrassed for all of us.

And lastly, post op care notes. The best ever! I have an excuse for poor judgement and thank goodness I married a responsible adult! X`D