She died yesterday morning at 11:30am. She had RSV and it damaged her lungs, and she had a buildup of CO2 which hurt her other organs. She had been on the vent for over 2 weeks.
I'm at a complete loss for words. I don't even know what to say. I havent even cried because i don't think i can. I'm in shock and i'm incredibly angry. Megs was one of my best friends and we told each other everything. We got our transplants a month apart and we recovered together like she said she would. I will miss text msging back and forth, talking about asshole boys, and i will treasure the night when i was a few weeks post tx where we chatted on webcam for hours and compared our tx scars and battle wounds. Oh how we laughed. We laughed until we cried. We laughed until it hurt. We laughed because we could.
I miss Megs already.
Onto other things...
I gardened with my mum yesterday and it was fab. Last year i couldn't garden b/c i couldn't bend over and breathe...I'd get out of breath from all the digging, but this year i wasn't out of breath in the least. The only thing i wish i did was stretch before hand, b/c holy fuck people, my crotch feels like it's been pulled in 4 different directions. Who knew squatting was so dangerous!
As a result I woke up feeling sore today. Back hurt, legs unfunctioning. To add to this, was the scary fact that i had a raging headache, was dizzy and had a temp! Luckily, my temp has gone down, headache as fucked off, and i'm no longer dizzy.
Lastnight on a whim i decided to colour my hair bright red. So far, i'm likin' it!
Sorry this isn't more interesting. I just don't know what to write.