Just a quick update as am reeeally tired, but I am home WOOHOO. A day earlier than I expected as they didn't do a biopsy (yay!)
I went in Monday eve after having a lovely meal out with A, and settled in very quickly (up on F East ward, where I had never been before as it is where the well people go, insert proudface here) and a couple of people came to visit me including one of my fave nurses and one of my transplant coordinators, so we sat and gossiped and giggled for a bit. Slept well, and was 2nd on the list this morning so was wheeled off into theatre waving merrily at anyone who would wave back. Whilst sitting in the anaesthetic room I confidently informed the anaesthetist that he would find it nigh on impossible to get me to sleep - an opinion which was proved somewhat wrong when I was out before the count of 10.
I came round fairly quickly in recovery, felt a tad sick at first but a quick dose of my fave anti-emetic soon sorted that out, and am now just left with a very sore throat and quite a groggy head (amusing seeing as I was asleep and now I just feel tired.) The doctor came round, squeezed my hand and reassured me that everything had gone fine and it all looked really good, then clearly noticed my dazed expression and said he would come back and talk to me later.
So the upshot is is that the bronch went excellently, the lungs look wonderful, there are no signs of rejection, infection, or over excited tissuescaringness. As for the wheeze....bit of a mystery really. Due to not knowing what is causing it we obviously don't know whether it will go away, but I am really not too concerned, all I needed to know is that it wasn't a sign of any greater problem.
Abby hugged me tonight, telling me that she quite enjoys me being her wheezy penguin which I thought was sweet, until she went on to say she will of course have to stick me on a shelf and ignore me as is the custom with wheezy penguins. Cheeky mare...