OK, maybe it wasn't that exciting. Dad's breath test was something short of electrifying. They gave him something tiny to eat or drink (half a pat of butter in size; I guess it must have been semi-solid) then had him blow into a little hand-held machine. The technician came back every half hour and had him do it again. The goal was to reach a 20 score. His first blow was a 5. This could have gone on for 3 3/4 hours, but we escaped after 3.
With the 20 score, he was given a prescription (rather, it was phoned in) for an antibiotic. We had another appointment and he hadn't eaten in 15 hours, so we went out for brunch at Lizard's Thicket, then went to his appointment at the dialysis access center (for a sonogram of his access) quite early. We also finished quite early and went to the pharmacists to pick up his prescription.
This is where things become worrying. The pharmacist said that this was a very high dosage, so they called the doctor's office to confirm that they wanted him taking it three times a day. If the doctor so confirms, they'll deliver the prescription to him at home.
The thing is, as I mentioned the other day, they wanted him to stop his laxatives for this test. What I didn't mention was that they wanted him to stop them for a week and that this was because laxatives can cause false positives. Couple the possibility of a false positive with what the pharmacist considers a very high dosage of antibiotic and you understand my anxiety. I take it out yet again in hoping for the best. Sad really when that's all you can do.
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