It's a special kind of torture usually guided by oddly enthusiastic technicians. In the past I've sat at a table near the window, but this time they put me in a glass box like a phone booth.
The first two tests involved different combinations of taking a deep breath and blowing out for as long as possible. The technician cheered me on using a volume favored by crazed parents at hockey games.
"In in in in in in in IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Out out out out out OUT!!!!! A LITTLE LONGER! KEEP GOING KEEP GOING KEEP GOING!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the line going up and down on the machine that made a real-time graph of my performance. I got kind of dizzy. Then, when he closed the door, I got nervous. So I switched to my yoga breathing, concentrating on belly breaths as I made patterns with my breath, clip on my nose and tube in my mouth. I took a few regular breaths and then a few more after he shut off the air to the tube (this really felt like a kind of torture). Then in in in, hold, hold, hold, and out out out after he turned the airflow back on.
The technician opened the door and told me I wasn't doing it right because I had exceeded the short amount of time allocated to this test, and the machine was stopping mid-way. The reason? "You're too relaxed," he said. "You need to breathe faster."
OKaaaaaay, so you're closed in a box, you succeed in relaxing, and it gets you into trouble. We did it again, and this time I breathed more quickly and forgot about relaxing. We did it a few more times until he finally let me out.
Diane had come with me and was watching all of this with wide eyes. Since the testing lab is just down the hall on the same floor as my room, we were allowed to walk there and walk back. My walking is improving, but on the way back I was unsteady. I wonder why. I don't know if I "passed." I assume I did, although I didn't get any official report.
I did finally get a report on the doctors' plan for what to do with me. Although the CAT Scan showed the area on my lung to be slightly larger, they are optimistic that I am improving. I haven't had a fever since Sunday, and I feel better. The thinking is that the spot on my lung might shrink as my symptoms improve. So...they are going to put me on an oral anti-fungal and antibiotic, watch me for 24 hours in the hospital and set me free.
Which means I might be out of here by the end of the weekend. Here's hoping.