#1 Most Common Question Asked: How are you feeling? (Answer: “Fantastic! You?”)
#2 Most Common Question Asked: When are you having that surgery again? (Answer: “Uh, 11 days ago…”)
I also started exercising. I ran about a mile this morning, and it felt pretty good. I’ll stick to moderate cardio fitness for the next month since I can’t lift anything substantial until I heal more. Every now and then, my torso screams with pain making me realize that it has been 16 hours since I last took Tylenol. This is a worthwhile reminder that I’m not Superman and need to take it easy.
I spoke to Brenda, who is doing well. Her new kidney is getting quite the workout since she is drinking a ton of water. It seems to be operating just great, so there is little risk of her returning it to me. Her abdominal incision was a lot more serious than mine, so it will take her a lot longer to recover.
Finally, Brenda’s family in Hawaii and the folks at MatchingDonors.com both sent me a ton of “get well soon” sweets which I have been eating like a pig in the fathouse. I’m convinced it is a conspiracy to give me Type 2 Diabetes, so I’ll need a kidney transplant myself.
My newfound morbidly obese life will become just like an O Henry story or an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents.
“Did you hear about that jackass who gave away his kidney only to find himself…”
#1 Most Common Question Asked: How are you feeling? (Answer: “Fantastic! You?”)
#2 Most Common Question Asked: When are you having that surgery again? (Answer: “Uh, 11 days ago…”)
I also started exercising. I ran about a mile this morning, and it felt pretty good. I’ll stick to moderate cardio fitness for the next month since I can’t lift anything substantial until I heal more. Every now and then, my torso screams with pain making me realize that it has been 16 hours since I last took Tylenol. This is a worthwhile reminder that I’m not Superman and need to take it easy.
I spoke to Brenda, who is doing well. Her new kidney is getting quite the workout since she is drinking a ton of water. It seems to be operating just great, so there is little risk of her returning it to me. Her abdominal incision was a lot more serious than mine, so it will take her a lot longer to recover.
Finally, Brenda’s family in Hawaii and the folks at MatchingDonors.com both sent me a ton of “get well soon” sweets which I have been eating like a pig in the fathouse. I’m convinced it is a conspiracy to give me Type 2 Diabetes, so I’ll need a kidney transplant myself.
My newfound morbidly obese life will become just like an O Henry story or an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents.
“Did you hear about that jackass who gave away his kidney only to find himself…”