Well that was stupid.
After a week of non-stop stress and contingency after contingency being planned and re-planned, the final verdict is … let’s wait until I get back and try again.
There were a lot of phone calls, a lot of back-and-forth, but the short version is: I’m fine, it’s probably not rejection after all that, but it might still be, maybe, so they want me to retake the PFTs when I get home. Also, they’re going to do a CT scan of that weird splotch on my x-ray again because it’s either growing or UNMH is comparing it to an old x-ray, from before Stanford stabbed it out. So that’s fun and totally not terrifying and/or annoying.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who donated to COTA when massive airline fees seemed imminent. If it’s all right with you, I’m going to use the funds on drugs and co-pays instead. I hope that’s OK. And for anyone who feels like they missed the donation train, you can still board by clicking here. Choo-choo!
Fun unrelated fact: There are, like, no images of Ug from Salute Your Shorts online because I foolishly forgot it came out in the pre-internet nineties and I guess none of the young’uns are watching it ironically yet. #millenialburn