Being the faithful, perceptive reader I know you to be, you no doubt recall that about six months ago a spot on my lung was confirmed to be nothing to worry about. Probably.
Being the every-silver-lining-has-a-cloud types that we know doctors to be, I was advised to have a periodic check-up just to make sure that nothing untoward is occuring. Today’s the day, as I have a CT scan scheduled for later this morning.
I expect the same negative results (boy…doesn’t that wording always seem wrong, somehow? Negative medical tests are really positive, generally speaking.). I mean, I’m feeling fine, overall. Sure, there’s been a little coughing up of blood, but who hasn’t experienced some of that lately? And the blackouts are really more annoyances than anything of real concern; it’s not like I’m piloting a commercial airliner and have to be conscious pretty much continuously.
OK…just kidding. No symptoms. Nothing to justify pessimism. Just another thousand dollar visit to the hospital, which will take care of my deductible for the year, so I’ve got that going for me.
I’ll let you know how it turns out, if I can just stay awake…