Woke up this morning (can't help but get the sopranos theme in my head) and found blood on my bed just forward of my pillow. I got a tissue and dabbed it, but it was dry. So at some point last night I must have coughed it up, but I have no recollection of doing so. I called Denise and she did not think I coughed any more than usual last night and I do not remember waking up at all. My chest is somewhat tight today, but not overly bad (for me that is). Since I woke up I keep breathing in to see if I feel a gurgle or not, but nothing so far...nor have I coughed up any red all morning. For those of you who are lucky enough to have not had any lung bleeds, when one does you usually feel a gurgle. Its like a bubbling area feeling inside your lungs. Its quite an unmistakable feeling than you don't easily forget.
Last night I did go out in the cold for a brief stint (less than 5 minutes total outside) to head to a political rally, but it was held inside and other than a spin around to say hello and shake some hands I sat nearly the whole time. See last night my friend John Callahan officially kicked off his congressional campaign for PA-15 with a petition drive and spaghetti supper. He was sure to mention in his speech the need for health care reform that includes the elimination of pre-existing conditions clauses! Go John! It was a good night, I'm very proud of him and glad to be his friend for nearly 30 years now. Hopefully having an advocate in congress will help the cause. I don't think going out led to the bleed, but my lungs just really do not like the cold anymore. My body just really does not want to do the things that I want to do anymore, but I refuse to just do nothing. I'm ringing every last bit out of these old windbags, I just hope they last until I can get some retreads.
So I guess now I just wait and see, I have two days remaining of the oral antibiotic (Zyvox) I'm on.