He may not be able to breathe but he still thinks he's funny.

Well this day started off with a bang.

The phone started to ring at 6 am. If you have a loved one in the hospital that is not a good way to be woken up! Also, if you have a loved one in the hospital don't ever leave their side.

The call was Steve telling me they moved him to a different room, same location just across the floor. Then he calls an hour later to say they came and took his breakfast away because they are taking him away for his "test". "What test"?? He said his bronchchchcoscopoctomyyyyyy. Yeah...he's drugged up! So I asked, "do you mean bronchoscopy"? "Yeah! That!". So I tell him they can't do that. He is scheduled for a surgical biopsy this afternoon that requires 2 hours under anesthesia and they have to sedate you heavily for a bronch. Hello??!! He is in the hospital for respiratory distress.

So I try to tell him to get his nurse on the phone but they have already started sedating him and he is flying higher than a kite. I hung up and called back for the nurse. Of course they have me on hold forever and I'm trying not to panic. She finally comes on the phone and has no idea what exactly they are doing but "it's ok honey, they will do his procedure and he will be just fine". That goes over real well with me. I know this is the hospital he needs to be in because the specialists will see him there but it is so hard for me because they just treat you so differently there. When I kept trying to get her to explain exactly what is going on it became real clear she didn't even have any idea why my husband was even there in the first place. I'm going to look funny all day now because of that bump on my forehead from banging it on the desk!

Finally the pulmo doc comes in {I think this was another one of those God moments} and he gets on the phone with me. He has no idea what is going on either, says he's going to get on the phone now. So I hang up and call radiology and ask to speak to the bronch nurse. He confirms that yes they are doing the test soon, it was scheduled by the other doctor as an outpatient. I explain the situation and tell him to cancel now...then his other phone rings and it's the doctor. I hang up to let them work this out while I sit here biting my nails down to the quick.

Twenty minutes later it's my husband on the phone. "Well everything is changed now. They are sending a guy down from San Fransisco and they are going to prep me for a lung transplant"! You could have heard a pin drop here. I tell him that's not funny. He thinks it is. I tell him you better be joking. He swears he isn't. There is silence for a moment and then he says "that was a good one, wasn't it? Took me a while to think it up being on these drugs". Does he realize I am in charge of his meds at home?

Everything is straightened out now. There is no need to do the bronchoscopy anyway since they are doing the thorocotomy {such big and scary words!}. He won't be double sedated and bee in further distress now. My heartbeat is now slowing down a little. Believe me when I say this isn't the first thing of this sort. Either they make you well or try to kill you.

And on top of that I have a plumbing emergency. Thankfully Jason's girlfriends step-dad is a plumber. And a really nice guy. Another God moment there.

I'll update when we know more about the surgery today.