Before I begin, the Titanic sank 96 years ago yesterday, April 15, 1912, and I hope you all remembered the way I did. And if you didn't - then you're a completely horrible person.
Lastnight I finished my last exam of 3rd year. Classes and exams are DONE and I am officially a FREE WOMAN.
I forgot to add that swimming at rehab honestly wasn't that bad. I actually enjoyed it. Yesterday we walked and i got bumped up on my O2 b/c on 2 liters my sats were 80% and my heartrate was 150. Not cool. So i'm at 3 l/m now and i am getting switched to liquid tomorrow.
It is warming up and I am still waiting for Howard (my pond frog) to wake up. So yes, my day started bright and early. Woke up at 6am, didn't do physio or anything b/c i just don't care and i skipped along to the bus stop and caught the Greyhound to TO. Got in at 8 something so i snailed along, got a drink and waited for my appt with Dr. Eric Clapton. We sat down and I coughed a lot - really nice, phelgmy, "i'm-feeling-like-shart-today" kind of cough. We talked about how my quality of life was - that it's crap and it sucks - and that my PFTs bob between 27-34% which isn't much of a difference.
But that I'm not sick.
I told him that with my immune system problem, I don't want to be sick to the point that i'm on IVs and oral antibiotics. When i first got dx with this, i was sick for 6 months prior, and it took 3 weeks in hosp with 4 types of IV meds, 5 oral, and an additional year of sickness and antibiotics at home just to get rid of the infection.
Do i want to wait to get there again?
Is it wise to make an immune deficiant person like myself get to that point?
So i left and went to my other appt at Sick Kids. It was my regular appt. Apparently i went on the wrong day - my appt isn't till Apr 30th but regardless they saw me and told me how much they loved me, which i relished and doused myself in. Turns out my appt WAS today ( i found the card) and that they recored it wrong. I saw an immunologist who was in my room when I was 8 weeks old and getting my bone marrow tx. My mum told me they used to joke that he was my bf b/c i would apparently smile whenever i was told he was coming to see me. I'd frown at my dad b/c he had glasses which I guess scared me He was very very nice and we had some laughs, and he told me that I knew my stuff b/c i was asking great questions. I told him that maybe it worked out for the better that my bone marrow tx wasn't a total success, b/c rejection won't be a huge threat. he said that had it worked, i wouldn't be in this situation.
So i went for blood after that and rewarded myself with a pop, a bag of ketchup chips, and a mars bar.
With that i walked to the bus turminal and got on the bus home.
And that's it.
Oh yeah, did i mention that I'M GETTING LISTED!?!?!?!