Not 2 days after Tim and Fiona left, Graham hit another big bump in the road and we were back in the ER. He had tightness and sharp stabbing pain in his left lung, a horrible productive cough that kept him up at night, massive shortness of breath, and his heart rate was elevated. All this was causing him to not be able to catch his breath and get comfortable. This WAS NOT an anxiety attack. He has been doing really well with keeping up with medications and where he has had anxiety, there were no panic attacks that he will have an anxiety attack...this is huge progress!
We were told to go to the Physicians Referral ER - this is where the Dr calls in and they expect you, in hopes to have a shorter wait. We arrived about 4:45 and of course, they had no clue Graham was to come in. This caused a looooooooong wait to get into an ER room. He went through 3 O2 tanks! Once finally in the back - he got his blood work done, X-Ray, etc....and everything came back fine. The pulmonary Dr on call - who we typically like and respect told the ER doc, "I just sent him home on Wednesday, he's fine. Send him back home."
Now you can look at this 2 ways - optimistically or pessimistically. How our life has been lately, you can guess which road we took. We DID NOT think he was lost and knew there was nothing he could really do since all labs and tests came back fine. We believed that they are starting to think Graham is a hypochondriac. This is the absolute OPPOSITE of what he is or ever has been. Graham is the epitome of an optimistic fighter. He has always known his body well and has many times gone into the Drs office or ER and diagnosed himself, only to be proven right. On this Monday, we just knew it was some infection, most likely pneumonia. But since his X-ray came up clear, there was nothing to do and he was sent home at 2am. In no better shape, even more tired, and a little defeated.
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