In late July my family doctor said I should see a pulmonologist. Okay, not knowing any I asked for a recommendation. Not a problem, his nurse would call me with an appointment. I was slightly not excited when the nurse told me my appointment was in late November. Seems that between vacations and staffing issues that was the soonest they could see a new patient.
Well I'm not a very patient patient, so I set off to find a pulmonologist on my own. After spending a morning making phone calls I finally managed to get an appointment with a new doctor doing her specialized residency training at the local university hospital.
Of course the first thing they want is for me to take another pulmonary function test. Sitting in something the size of a phone booth, which is not very big for those of you you have never seen one, and forcing air through a tube is not a lot of fun. But the doctor ordered it, so be it.
So my wife and I see the doctor. Turns out I have something call pulmonary fibrois. Even better, they call it idiopathic pulmonary fibrois. Idiopathic being the wonderful medical term for, they don't have a freaking clue how I got this.
Pulmonary fibrois means the air sacs in my lungs are turning to scar tissue. And even better news, there is no real cure.
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