Thursday morning, I went up to Brigham & Womens for a bronchoscopy. They like to do them on me now and then to make sure that everything is all fine with my new lung (one of my breathing tests was a little bit off last time I went into the office). For lung transplant recipients it a fairly regular occurance. In the past year I’ve had 4 or 5 (already losing count).

This time around my oxygen levels weren’t so great after the bronch. It is one of the list of possible side effects of the procedure (along with fun things like them collapsing your lung). So, that combined with a wacky heartbeat (got up to 200 yesterday) earned me a stay in the hospital for a night. At first I thought the worst thing was having to do those three day hospital stays for a steroid pulse. I’ve now learned that the worst thing is not being prepared to suddenly have to stay in the hospital overnight. Crappy TV, only got CBS (which wasn’t all bad, got to watch CSI), felt kinda grumpy, didn’t sleep well, etc.

I’m home now, and the good news is: no signs of rejection. Of course that probably means some more strange tests to make sure nothing else is going wrong.