So remember how last Monday I said that last week was kind of crappy and that things kept happening that I didn’t see coming and they were making me cry?
Well the bad news is that this week wasn’t much better. The good news is that I didn’t cry so maybe those hormones went and straightened themselves out.
I would love to start off with a big elaborate story that leads into this but I don’t have one.
Last week I had a collapsed lung.
I don’t know when it happened but the pain started on Tuesday.
I didn’t know I had a collapsed. I thought I had a pulled a muscle but the pain was pretty bad so after day 2 of thinking I had a pulled muscle I went to see my doc.
It hurt to take a deep breath in but I wasn’t having any serious problems breathing problems so I never suspected that I had a collapsed a lung.
My doc thought I had a pulled muscle too but she wanted to send me for some chest x-rays just to be safe.
Much to the surprise of everyone involved, including the x-ray technician who has a very bad poker face, the x-rays concluded that I did not have a pulled muscle.
I had a left side pneumothorax.
I went to see a thoracic specialist the following day and no medical intervention was needed because it was just the upper left part of my lung that was being stupid.
Docs orders were to take it easy for about a week or I would probably end up in the hospital with a chest tube.
Nobody wants a chest tube inserted if it can be prevented so I listened.
Anyway, I’m sure, just like my doctors, you’re wondering how that happened and I would love to say “Boy do I have a story to tell you!”
But I don’t.
I didn’t fall off of a cliff, I wasn’t stabbed, Leroy didn’t fall on me and I haven’t been sick.
I was doing normal stuff.
I cleaned up dog poop. I went bowling. I laughed really hard on Saturday night. Those are the only things that stuck out so it was concluded that I most likely had a spontaneous pneumothorax.
I’m sorry to disappoint you.
If it helps, I’m a little disappointed in myself. Something like this should have a good back story.
So that’s all I’ve got.
No extreme mischief happened here this weekend because I was resting.
My fabulous husband walked the dogs and my fabulous kids did the chores.
My fabulous Sherman brought me kisses at least 100 times a day and my fabulous Leroy sat in front of me and barked at least 100 times a day.
p.s.The resting did me good and I’m pretty sure my lung is back to functioning properly so I’ll see what kind of mischief I can dig up this week ;).
Edited to add-since there was no trauma or illness to my lung it is being called a primary spontaneous pneumothorax. This is likely due to the formation of small sacs of air (blebs) in lung tissue that rupture, causing air to leak into the pleural space. Air in the pleural space creates pressure on the lung and can lead to its collapse.Blebs may be present on an individual’s lung (or lungs) for a long time before they rupture. Many things can cause a bleb to rupture, such as changes in air pressure or a very sudden deep breath. Often, people who experience a primary spontaneous pneumothorax have no prior sign of illness; the blebs themselves typically do not cause any symptoms and are visible only on medical imaging. Affected individuals may have one bleb to more than thirty blebs. Once a bleb ruptures and causes a pneumothorax, there is an estimated 13 to 60 percent chance that the condition will recur.
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