The Thoracentesis went nearly without a hitch on Friday. I surprised all the physicians with the sheer volume of liquid drained out of this busted thorax.
Comparative Photograph Only. This
is cherry syrup not pleural fluid.*
Two quarts or so later I felt like I was having a poltergeist squeeze my heart as invisible compadres of his kicked me in the back, chest and stomach.
Luckily the crippling pain lasted only a few hours and the intervening days has shown marked improvement. I am able to walk around the block without getting out of breath. I can move about the apartment without exhausting myself. I even find that I am relying less and less upon my cough buddies, Marcel and Marceau.
Marcel (l) and Marceau (r) – Cough Buddies Non Pariel
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Thanks again to everyone who sent me their prayers and good thoughts. Hopefully the days of requiring such intervention are nigh and I can start rehabilitation in earnest.
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*I actually took a photo of the “output” but was advised by several respected sources to keep it under wraps in the Travel Er-chives.