We leave tomorrow for our trip to Seattle. We figure that if we leave around midday we should arrive in Seattle around dusk providing the highways are clear, unobstructed and accident free.
We are staying overnight in one of the University of Washington Medical Center's Hospitality Houses, which is a beautiful old looking brick building located adjacent to the Hospital Complex, so that is perfect.
They are extending us a great rate and Danny will probably be putting in for a room there when I go in, if it all works out well. That is a big relief me too. However, I will have to climb a flight of stairs because they had no room on the 1st floor available. Luckily, the woman told Danny that it is only 7 steps and then a riser, before the second set of 7 steps, so I can stop halfway to regain myself if necessary.
We have the room for one night, and early Monday morning about 7:30, we'll be leaving to go check me in for my testing.
My first test of the day: The Pulmonary Perfusion Test also known as the Ventilation Perfusion Scan or VQ Scan, where radioactive isotopes are injected into my my veins or I will inhale them into my lungs and then images will be scanned of them.
After the Lung Perfusion test, I am off to the next one, the "full-on" pulmonary function test, in the glass booth, ugh, where they'll seal me in glass, pinch off my nostrils while having a mouthpiece in my mouth and start by having me blow my guts out, suck air in, blow some more, then do things like cut my air off completely while I am sucking air in, blast air directly into my lungs to completely fill them (a very weird thing to feel when you consider that we do not inhale completely filling our lungs when we normally breathe without any disease present). These tests usually cause my skin color to change and flush through the whole warm scale of the color palette almost completely over the threshold not stopping the purple range until it just meets blue.
I have never met a person that enjoys these tests. They hurt soul deep.
But recovery is speedy and complete, especially once O2 is applied, and that test takes only about an hour or so, and it will include a test for arterial blood gas. Sheesh...
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After that, we get a lunch break but I have been advised not to eat too much because after lunch, I am off to the Exercise Bike Stress Test directly after eating.
This is the one test of which I am the most leery. I do not like to induce movement-related shortness of breath, and every bit of my subconscious being screams out to naturally avoid this, or I will succumb. I won't of course; and even if I did, I am in the right place to be succumbing, they can slap me onto a gurney and plug me into whatever they plug people into to revive them.
I have recently received some information regarding this test thanks to another friend, Karen who will be going through her lung perfusion test on Monday, only she'll be in Alpena, MI. She is also a hairdresser with a very, very similar situation as me, and she is also a likely candidate for LVRS. They do their screening a little differently, but the end result seems to be the same: Surgery, at one of the great University Centers positioned across the country for people like us. These Centers are specifically set up for Transplants and things like LVRS and related surgeries. Bless them!
OK, After the exercise bike test, it is off to a blood draw (pre-op?) and they will do the nicotine test.
Finally, at 2:30pm, we will meet with the surgeon and team and consult with them and the other people present, case mgr etc. I am hoping that this is where we will learn about the date of surgery.
After that, we get in the car and head directly for Weinerschnitzel, I-5 and our southerly route home.
Don't forget, I will be watching for the Albany off ramp, and the Calapooia Brewing Co. (Danny has the Mapquest already completed), and the empty "deposit" bottles will be in the car ready to exchange.
I can already envision myself in the front seat of the car, excitedly pointing the way, a chilidog half-hanging out of my mouth, Danny rolling his eyes back into his head and ready by then, to pinch my oxygen line shut, when I start saying something like "oh, you're missing the turnoff!"
Yup, I am definitely reward driven.
Until later, then....
Wish me luck on that darned bicycle test, so that I will fall right into the center of their required results needed.
Oh yes, one more thing, did I mention that I am not allowed to take any of my COPD and lung meds before I start my testing, so I am going at it a la naturelle.
